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Hands



These hands.

They don't look like mine.

So old. So tattered.

Not the image in my head of what was.

Lines that lead back to the past.

Patches that display hard work.

Skin that's been worn into softness.

But is that all I wish to see?

When all that really matters is...

what they hold, what they give and what they reach for.


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