My first reaction to taking a photograph of my hands was horror. As would be the case for any part of my body. But then I looked down at my hand holding my little dog. A hand full of loving strokes and protective cuddles. A hand, that with patience and gentleness taught this abused and mistreated dog, to love and trust the world. To show her gorgeous personality and overcome the horror other hands had imposed upon her. These hands of mine, whether young, old, thin or pudgy, can impart so much love to those around me, that I love them for this.
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