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These are photographs I took of my 87 yr. old grandmother's hands. I've always loved her hands from the time I was a little girl. These hands braided my hair, dried my tears, showed me how to cook as well as many other things as I grew up. . It's my turn now to hold those hands when she cries at the loss of her son, when I'm helping her walk across a room, when I give her a manicure that she loves to get or when I just want her to know I'm there. |







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