While driving, a strong sunbeam hit my hands and revealed my mother's hands on the steering wheel..They could not have been mine for they were too old and wrinkled..
winter's sunbeams flow through dotted cumulus clouds... ancient hands revealed For PD...
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While driving, a strong sunbeam hit my hands and revealed my mother's hands on the steering wheel..They could not have been mine for they were too old and wrinkled..