Thanks to Sarah this week for the MLMM Photo challenge.
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Hundreds of people passed the bench that day, not one thinking anything of a pair of gloves discarded on the slats.
Who would realise the hands that once occupied them brought peace to so many through music?
They could not know that those same hands tended the most delicate of flowers, arranging them in the simplest or most complicated bouquets.
Nor would they imagine those hands lovingly caress a child’s brow in sickness or an elderly parent’s face as they slipped from one world to the next.
The insides are rough and worn, a life’s sweat and heartache imprinted in the leather.
But all that is seen is a pair of discarded gloves.