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I know my hands aren’t a place, but I wanted to include them in this project as I am reminded of my Nan every time I look at my hands. When Nan wasn’t well I would sit with her and hold her hands, we had the same bony knuckles, the same nail beds, same nail shape. It’s strange how genetics work.

I’m glad I have something like this that will make sure I think of her everyday.

Sweetdreams Nan xxx

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