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RE: 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓
For me the hands are the maximum of our body, they are in charge of molding everything that generates the thought, with them the imagination becomes palpable. A beautiful poem. Greetings.
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You are so right. Thanks for your time here.