sHe : Her Hands , Her Hinds.
November 23rd, 2014, 9pm
It was 28°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.
She liked to dance and to walk; She’d been doing this since she could use her limbs; Now she has those beautiful legs, a full calf and strong thighs, to show for it ; And her hands , they are beautiful too; beautifully crafted from hard work ; As a child she worked tirelessly with her tender hands… and her arms; her hands live to tell the story, wrinkled from working it over the fire; and her arms , yes, they tell a story too… the biceps and triceps on her slender arms..
I write. I sketch. I mull over things and I think about alternatives. http://incitedrafts.wordpress.com @sammidelali
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