Hands cannot be made of water,
And yet water holds ships, islands, continents.
Hands cannot be made of fire,
And yet fire has fingers and throws what it has burnt into the air.
Hands are angels sent by whichever evil or fine masters they belong to.
Hands are mute, and yet say what words cannot.
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teh deep, I haz it.
for G Man's Friday 55.
