Hands.
They can convey emotion when words can't, in such ways only exceeded by the eyes.
Trembling, throwing obscene gestures, waving goodbye, elegant, young, frail, entwined in another's, scarred, desperate, yearning.
They create, they mold, they type, they build, they model, they fix things, and consequently break things.
They become worn, fragile, bony, wrinkled, over time they fade.
Some even believe that they have the ability to tell of distant times.
I believe that.
Look close and you will see that there are generations before you in the creases of your palm, telling of a past you will probably never know.
Look close and you will see the generations ahead of you doing the same.
Look close and you will see that your hands tell you so much more than what you're willing to look for.
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