Cement handprints.

[myziepie]

It's a kind day outside. The crumpled, used lady walks slumped over to the other side of the street. Destination: The baseball field and the cement fences. She left her hands their years ago, and feels comfort when she visits them. Kneeling thickly, squishing herself together, trying ot be little, she places her digits in the dusty fingers

Comments

[pip_tlcs]

you use beutiful imagery

thank you

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[myziepie]

Sometimes it turns out all right...you know, not too over done.

[punkyjewelster]

silence is golden