Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Sweet Hands of Life

In a pile of abandoned limbs and branches it caught the eyes of my breath.  One could even think it sculpted by nature, two hands clasped that look like weathered and worn wood. A wooden lighthouse for all who travel the hardened sun baked earthen ocean... reach out, I am here.

Sweet, sweet Hands of Life.... 


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