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Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world. ~ Ada Louise Huxtable
The Hands of My Father
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My father’s hands were always dirty. As an auto mechanic, the grease and
grime of a thousand days never quite seemed to be erased. It was under his
nails...
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