Friday, January 10, 2014

My Father's Hands Comments

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In his hands sometimes lays the snow.
Often times he lets the flakes breathe upon the receiving warmth of his knuckles.
They lay there for a second or two,
They stare up into his eyes, and with a thankful silent nod; they melt away.
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Raffael PonceValencia
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Raffael PonceValencia

Raffael PonceValencia

San Jose, Ca
Raffael PonceValencia
Raffael PonceValencia
San Jose, Ca
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