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04/17/2004: "Extremities"

We have such versatile tools and we carry them with us everywhere we go; we have far to travel and only the transport which we have beneath us. These hands count, and carry strange loads, and are the paper upon which we write messages, and reassemble broken toys. The feet go through dust and mud and hay and water. The same hands which hammer a clothes rack into shape will cradle a baby. They are cut, bruised and blistered, soaked and pinched and exposed to the sun and the cold. And still, they come back to work again.