There was a lady at work a few years ago, she was pretty. Pretty well preserved. Nobody would have ever guessed how old she was before she retired. Unless you looked at her hands. She had old hands.
My dad, on his way out, held his hand up in the hospital bed and said, "Look at that hand. That's an awful hand isn't it?" Yes it was.
For all the facelifts and nips and tucks and things going on in the world, it's the hands. Nobody can fix a hand. It tells more than anything.
Mine:
My dad, on his way out, held his hand up in the hospital bed and said, "Look at that hand. That's an awful hand isn't it?" Yes it was.
For all the facelifts and nips and tucks and things going on in the world, it's the hands. Nobody can fix a hand. It tells more than anything.
Mine:
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