Her hands are like a puzzle to me.
They are capable of so many things.
Her hands bring me joy.
Her hands make me laugh.
Her hands make me smile.
Her hands excite me.
Sometimes in the evening if she is still working I will sit in the recliner and just watch her hands as they fly over the keyboard.
Words flowing from her fingertips.
I will sit and watch in amazement as her emotions pour from her hands into words.
Emotions pour from her finger tips becoming words.
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