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My Hands

My hands’ fine lines surprise me somehow

tonight though I’ve studied them every day for

over sixty years, know them like the back of my . . . .

What once were a plump little girl’s hands

smooth as ever could be

are now those of a middle-aged woman.

It seems absurd to wonder how this happened

but at the same time impossible not to.

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