Hands Like These

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Words & Photography
by Abigail Green


Hands full of stories, and ancestry, and possibility. I see them and remember who I'm from.
Hands full of stories, and ancestry, and possibility. I see them and remember who I'm from. Mother hands — gentle & scarred — whispering of the prepared meals and wiped children tears. Father hands — calloused & sturdy— humming a melody of sacrifice and tree houses built.

Beginning a hashtag series on the buried brilliance in the hands of us all. Join in! #handslikethese

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