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while its true, most have a favored feature, their eyes glowing with colors, said to be windows to the soul, some choose hair, tumbling down backs, gleaming with highlights, and low-lights. but do these have any real purpose, other than vanity? what about brains, the thing that lets you think, or your heart, a literal drum in your chest, a figurative container of love? mine is wrists, delicate, slim, pale, yet strong, beautiful, but useful, what i use to support my hands, my fingers, all working together in symphony, creating music on a guitar, supporting the neck while the fingers fly, contributing to beautiful things, creating poems to inspire, for others, or just for me. they make writing, typing, playing, possible, all the while still beautiful. you never hear someone say "my favorite feature is my wrists" well, now you have, because if someone ever asks, i have a unique answer. right now, my fingers flying as i type, im making a connection between wrists and brain, wrists and heart. this may seem odd, but if you understand this rambling, than consider us friends, because we are very few.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
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while its true, most have a favored feature, their eyes glowing with colors, said to be windows to the soul, some choose hair, tumbling down backs, gleaming with highlights, and low-lights. but do these have any real purpose, other than vanity? what about brains, the thing that lets you think, or your heart, a literal drum in your chest, a figurative container of love? mine is wrists, delicate, slim, pale, yet strong, beautiful, but useful, what i use to support my hands, my fingers, all working together in symphony, creating music on a guitar, supporting the neck while the fingers fly, contributing to beautiful things, creating poems to inspire, for others, or just for me. they make writing, typing, playing, possible, all the while still beautiful. you never hear someone say "my favorite feature is my wrists" well, now you have, because if someone ever asks, i have a unique answer. right now, my fingers flying as i type, im making a connection between wrists and brain, wrists and heart. this may seem odd, but if you understand this rambling, than consider us friends, because we are very few.
Anna2000
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Anna2000
19/F/American
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
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