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	<title>Comments on: When you look at your hands, what do you see?</title>
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	<description>not particularly objective musings on odds and ends - Dunrie Greiling, Ann Arbor, MI 48105</description>
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		<title>By: mom</title>
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		<description>I gasped in delight when I read this.  You see love in my/your hands. It flows both ways.  I felt this, too, with my father, whose hands were masculine but with long tapering fingers.  I remember how gentle and loving his hands could be, and the memory obliterates any bad memories I have of him. I will never forget the joy I took from the last time I touched his hands, a moment after he died.  Thank you for telling me this while I&#039;m still very much alive!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I gasped in delight when I read this.  You see love in my/your hands. It flows both ways.  I felt this, too, with my father, whose hands were masculine but with long tapering fingers.  I remember how gentle and loving his hands could be, and the memory obliterates any bad memories I have of him. I will never forget the joy I took from the last time I touched his hands, a moment after he died.  Thank you for telling me this while I&#8217;m still very much alive!</p>
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