
Hands
“Man is born with his hands clenched; he dies with his hands wide open.” ~ The Talmud Feral children use their hands for movement. This is one of the things that defines feral children inHumanimal: A Project for Future

“Man is born with his hands clenched; he dies with his hands wide open.” ~ The Talmud Feral children use their hands for movement. This is one of the things that defines feral children inHumanimal: A Project for Future

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