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Hands tell a story....Every crease has its own tale.Hands that clenched in anger- hands that caressed in love. Hands that covered a grieving heart or that dried tears and cradled a smiling face. Strong hands that lifted a child - and gentle hands that carried him~♛

I love this. I love how you can see the age in his hands and tell his lived a long full life. Also I love how after so many years he still wears the ring he got on a day that probably meant the world to him that he got