Eroding into Beauty — Discover

“My Mom’s hands were like the Grand Canyon. Speckled russet from the sun. Gorged from the work ethic of West Virginia hills. Gnarled from the pain of so many Midwestern storms.” A personal reflection by Mary Davenport on life, the death of her mother, and the beauty and destruction of nature.

via Eroding into Beauty — Discover

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