The Junction
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The Junction

Little Sausage Fingers

These hands had held the world

“Give me those little sausage fingers!” the makeup artist ordered, snatching at the woman’s hand. The human digits took the form of cocktail sausages that had wrinkled and weathered away through the nettles of time. These hands had held the world within their palms, felt its fertile lands, and breathed its precious air.

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Dean Middleburgh

An NLP Practitioner and emotional intelligence coach who loves to write, travel, and learn new skills.