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If my hands were anything other than hands, they would be a street-corner jazz quintet, a ten fingered symphony of saxophones, trombones, clarinets, and trumpets, wailing, rowdy loud and proud, right out from under my fingernails, the song would swell and sing, it would ring from lamp posts and bring mothers and sons come to dance in the middle of the street with fathers and daughters. and perhaps if my hands was a big bad jazz band, there would be no vicious evil cruel death on the avenue 'cause I would send my fingers flying a furious hurricane of eighth notes right into the faces of any slick-tongued, gun-toting, mamajama that would come to steal my brother's breath. We would be all song and dance and celebration just the way we're meant to be...

--"If my hands were anything other than hands," Vanessa German

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