Sometimes we forget and take advantage of the talents we all have. Dancers have their feet. Singers have their lungs. Scholars have their brains. Actors have their faces. Photographers have their eyes. But we writers have our hands, such capable hands that can give life to works of art. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, then our hands are the key. With our hands we create new things. We pass things on. Hands have invented, created, supported. Hands are different
My hands have talent. My hands tell stories. They bring meaning and sense to the chaotic words that run skip and jump through my open mind. My hands are unique. Flat palms, long fingers, lines running through them in beautiful patterns to show off my life and love in simple straight lines. My hands are soft and gentle. They can hold onto and feel love and passion. They can touch the hearts of others and inspire. My hands are everything to me. Very capable hands.
Ok Opussians I need your help here. Please comment, I want this to be good since its my first assignment for my writing class. Suggestions and help welcome :)
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