Sharing another beautiful post by one of my favorite bloggers.

My Mother’s Hands These hands that have been worn through time their knuckles swollen and distorted by years of living and caring and praying. These hands that have feasted on joy and been consumed by sorrow that have collected tears and rainwater in their cupped palms and washed clothes and floors and sprinkled flour on […]

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