Fantasy Lands (hands.)

We wave our hands like fluttery wings, recreate the dance we loved and knew. Stand tall, outstretch arms, intertwine and liquidate piles of tangled carpels. We scramble like children on the playground, touching the textures of life. Our hands detach and float up to the sky, joining the clouds in celebration. They speak the words we wished we could form on the tips of earth-bound tongues. Draping across the horizon, coloring the sunrise and sunset in crayon reds and blues.


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