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Sometimes my hands remember love. It catches me off-guard. I have them with me all the time but suddenly I feel them. The same fingernails that peeled paint off walls. The same fists that beat on concrete. The tips of my fingers feel something.

Hanging the Sheets
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Ann Marie Steele
Ann Marie Steele

Written by Ann Marie Steele

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I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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