Hands.
Hands.
Hands Hands Hands

They are what makes us, us.
It's how we write,
Type,
Drive,
Operate,
Cook,
Prepare,
Build,
Destroy,
Love.­

They are how we navigate this life
And they tell a wonderful story,
With creases, callouses, cuts and scars,
They are beautiful
And I am so thankful

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