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He was nailed to a tree. Metal pierced his hands and feet. Can you imagine that? Someone placing a nail on the skin of your palm and then slamming a hammer down upon it over and over again until your screams die out because you have passed out from the pain. Did Jesus scream?
My nails have always been short. I can not stand them if they are long at all. I think hands are beautiful. And scars. They both show what someone has been through. It gives you an idea of who that person is.
I want a child. I think I do. I know I am not old enough for one, or have the knowledge to raise a child...but the affection that I see in a child's and mother's eyes moves me more than any train could push me down the metal tracks that go through my backyard.
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