Thinking about hands today. We so take for granted what we can do with our hands. This picture is a collage of things I put on a piece of something I found along a lake probably 40 years ago. Think it may have been part of a lid for an old bushel basket. Anyway we use our hands, abuse our hands, and love our hands. When I left hubby at the assisted living yesterday I had a hold of his hand and it felt so strange, it is so soft and smooth now. Not the rough hands of the man Ive know for 45 years. It is just a single memory that I don't think I will ever forget.
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