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Childhood hands curiously explore, unhindered and uninhibited. Every child’s hands both entirely alike in nature, and supremely unique. The precise experiences pressed into palms are one’s own to cherish or dismiss at will. The hungry search for expansion, newness, engagement and connection, sparks within all no matter the level of intensity. Childhood hands are the hands of an explorer, for what can a child do but learn the landscape of reality by exploring through direct touch?
Like any other person Who is alive and breathing I have my own beliefs But they're just what I believe in I could list my references
Views and Voices
Many things in life Cannot be controlled But human perception Is most impossible No two people exist Who fully agree