Tried to take a hand-selfie, but couldn't hold the iPhone steadily enough, ha!
I have my grandmother E's hands -- knobby knuckles, long fingers, a certain amount of vein action starting to become apparent on the back -- with the breadth of the palm of the other side of the fan (more like my mom's). I've notice this fairly recently, and it's one of the things I am most OK with about my aging-ass body, because it's a tie to the past: My Grammy, to whom I was very close, lives on -- not just in my thoughts, but physically, in a way I see every day.
Labels: 40/40, and if'n I drop I reckon I'll be in motion, life is beautiful, merging with the infinite, respek knuckles, surprises in the attic, where is my mind? waaay out there on the water -- see it swimming
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Don't you wish blogs had a like button? That would be super handy.
I am so excited it's finally letting me leave comments here. Don't know what changed, but hallelujah.
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