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• Tryntsje de Vries

  Fryslân · b. 1940

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  "Tell me something about your mother's hands. The smell, the shape, what they did."

  My mother's hands smelled of soap and butter. Sometimes also of the garden — of earth and the herbs she picked. In the evening I could smell her hands on the sheet.