I did head and shoulders, hands and feet. 15mins. 30 mins. Enough to keep stressed and sore people going. Lots of pilgrims coming through town back then. Lots of sore feet! I had plenty of regulars too, people who swore by my hands. Didn’t matter that I was blind. My fingers can feel knots and I can read groans of pleasure and pain. Me being blind probably made it easier for some of my customers. Massage can feel a bit intimate for some folk. And if payment was ‘by donation’, that’s just because it was the only way I could keep the tax collectors off my back. I made enough money to eat and pay my way. Mostly. It’s not like there was ever enough work to go around. Plenty of people were just making it from one day to the next. Not just me. Not just the blind. But – of course – I was blind. 72
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