When we were little and aunt Beth and uncle Larry lived on the other side of town hill, they poured a tiny patch of concrete for me, Michael, and Laura to put our hand prints in. At the time I thought this was the most amazing thing on the planet earth. I haven't thought about this in years until I dreamed about it last night, that we had to go back over there and save the handprints bc the people who lived there now were going to destroy them.

Now I really want to go home and see if I can get some strangers to let me dig up their flowerbed area and have my handprints.




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