These hands. These hands have felt and touched so much
in their years of attachment to the wrist. Now growing old
with creases deepening and becoming weathered by time.
And these eyes. The optic scope of the world that this body
has had the power to see through and deeply into the
wonderful mysteries that surround us- but some may forget,
as if there are greater things to think about than where do colors
come from. And these ears, hearing their way through city streets
by night and taken to different heights by day as the world
erupts with a barrage of audible chaotic symphonies. We are
beautifully and wonderfully made.


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ganymeder about 8 years ago

That was lovely.

JaredAcker (joined about 8 years ago)

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