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Two Hands
12017-11-11T11:58:59-08:00Leah Fox8a2b12c275586b82398d04c0610668f4dffd63c4254231plain2017-11-11T11:58:59-08:00Leah Fox8a2b12c275586b82398d04c0610668f4dffd63c4Almost always cold and sweaty, with nails clipped short, and a rough patch where my pen rests, I would say that I have average hands. The things I have experienced with them, however, have played a large role in shaping me as an adult. It is with these hands that I discovered the joy that is feeling the thin, rough paper and smooth spines of books, have created music from the colorless keys of a piano, have crammed my thoughts onto a page with cramped fingers and fervent sloping of letters. They have been a source of sight, even more so than my actual eyes.