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Bronze Hands

Leif Harmsen, Bronze Hands

The sensation of hot sticky wax drooling from the stick over my hand was proof that I remained alive, if diminished, as important friends died.

It was at a time when there were far too many candle light vigils. I cast these bronze hands from my own so that they could do all that candle holding for me and I could try to move on.