There are those hands that take
There are those hands that actively erase
There are those hands that punch hard
There are, though, those hands that give
There are those hands that soothe
There are those hands that reach across
There are those hands that nourish
Give a hard pass to the unclenching hands
Entangle your hands with those that dig and bruise so you are fed
Categories: art, Culture, food, identity, mental health, photography, Psychology, Travel
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