i got a glimpse of my hands in the reflection of the subway door the other day and almost didnt recognize them. they looked familiar, but not like my own; more like my mom's. the veins in them show their strength and are incapable of hiding their age.i liked it. i liked seeing myself in that reflection as both a little stronger and a little older, and a little bit like my mom. not sure if the michelangelo goes with the post, but i couldn't find any other images of hands that i liked...
2 comments:
the michelangelo definitely goes with the post.
a very nice post !!
No matter how we try, we always find something of our parents in ourselves, whether it be their minds, their eyes, or their hand.
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