Her Hands Remembered

Wafer-thin like parchment paper was her aged and petite hands, In utter awe, I watched them fashion such a dance with magic. Smooth was the full, ample wooden bowl from a long history, Of the artful formation of her famously yummy buttermilk biscuits. Fingers old and steady, so familiar with each curve as she readies […]

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