These Hands
Hallelujah, these hands move again.
I had thought I’d be one to boast of always having something to write. That my hands, no matter what moments, can always find words to pour out. Until life happened.
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Hallelujah, these hands move again.
I had thought I’d be one to boast of always having something to write. That my hands, no matter what moments, can always find words to pour out. Until life happened.
