Dec 16th, 2014 People with small hands remind me of frailty, purity and loss. The bones in their fingers are small, their skin holding in their tendons and muscles. The scars of the small-handed folk, along with sight of the slips between their fingers fills me with an overflowing sort of joy. Small hands are one of the things that make me happy. Why? Because small hands know loss. If we had to hold our watery lives in our hands, the souls with tiny palms wouldn't be able to cup it all, and the parts of them would slip through their finger-cracks. Do you have small hands?
Authenticity is attractive.