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The fist

5 years, 6 months

My hands have helped save lives. They’ve provided comfort and reassurance. They look good all dressed up or naked. They’ve applauded and offered peace. They help me express myself and they’ve fisted themselves in anger. They’ve been abused, cut, cracked and they’ve been pampered, kissed, and carried. I love my hands and story they tell. depicts to be true.