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photo via StockSnap/pixabay

The Privilege of Having Soft Hands

My parents’ hands were the remnants of great struggle. Mine somehow remained untouched.

sine qua non

Slouching Towards BethlehemThe Sympathizer

I read a lot and write a lot. Keep a look out for that.

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