My hands are getting so dry. The wx is hot with breezes, hot breezes so it's little wonder. They feel awful to type with, moisturizing is so unmanly though. I've decided I need work gloves. But I always thought they were for sissies. Well I guess I'm a sissy now!
My spirit is not dry. like a watered garden is my soul within me, because of Jesus.
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