The Practical Hand

We went strolling around Eastern Market, idling past jewelry vendors and fruit merchants. Next to a tent hawking odd fur caps, we found a mess of unsorted books; some were on shelves, some on a table and some in boxes. The Book of the Hand caught my eye and I began leafing through it, wondering how its antiquated nomenclature would divine and define me based on the geometry of my hand.

The Practical Hand

As I turned to page 48, I saw it there, my hand with its stubby fingers and knotted knuckles. Eagerly, I read the caption. This is what I saw:

2 thoughts on “The Practical Hand”

  1. I love these types of hands on boys. My boyfriend has them & I love them! Especially the gaps he gets when he closes his fingers <3

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