This is to remind myself of the beckoning hand. From my vantage point in the lounge - the outstretched hand and arm was all I could see of the hidden statue. Through hours of conversation I would look through the door and chuckle to myself at the hand. It reminded me of when I would reach into the tornado. I wish I had taken a photo of it - but I have the photo in my mind.
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