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Your hands are so beautiful.
They’re refined, and shapely, and secure, and tender. Your fingers are long. Thin.
And the way they touch me. The way they absentmindedly wave around as you talk. The way they wipe your tired eyes, and strum your old guitar, and pull your loose hair away from your face. The way they hold onto things tightly. The way they let things go.
They’re refined, and shapely, and secure, and tender. Your fingers are long. Thin.
And the way they touch me. The way they absentmindedly wave around as you talk. The way they wipe your tired eyes, and strum your old guitar, and pull your loose hair away from your face. The way they hold onto things tightly. The way they let things go.
Published 21st Aug 2022
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21st Aug 2022 10:38am
Dear S,
I think this piece is a wonderful tribute. I enjoyed your apprdd red citation for the expressiveness of hands. They have a healing power that is beyond words for the most part. The last two lines are stellar. Lovely write. H🌷
I think this piece is a wonderful tribute. I enjoyed your apprdd red citation for the expressiveness of hands. They have a healing power that is beyond words for the most part. The last two lines are stellar. Lovely write. H🌷
