Smooth skin, stretched over these busy joints. The first joint, the beginning point of these two small miracles. My wrists fluxuate as dictated, working to support my hands. The backs of my hands, through which webs of spindly blue veins are seen. On the reverse side, webs of another caliber, wrinkles that deepen as my hands are exposed to more
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