Saturday, January 18, 2020
From Essays One, by Lydia Davis
"My mother's was probably the hand I held most often, during certain years of my life, first when my hand was small and hers was larger, and last when she was often lying on her bed and I was sitting beside her, her hand softer and weaker and more crooked than mine."
From Meeting Abraham Lincoln
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