Intertwined and cupped, I looked into my hands like I was looking into a gemstone.  Then I asked Jon if he would take a picture of what I was seeing (I obviously couldn’t take the photo).

I wasn’t sure, if someone looking at the picture, and didn’t know what it was, would know it was hands.


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