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| dad's
hand |
| The
obsession with photographing the hands of those dear to
me began with this photograph of my dad cuddling our family
cat, Callie. Even though my dad passed away, I can still
look
at him every day and remember how he use to reach out and
squeeze my hand when I would walk past him in his recliner. |
| april,
2003 |
| Image
# 4 |
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