Pepe's Nuts #66

Set upon a scale that tilted toward fortune, hands learned how to hold and history took attendance. They grow so big the frame remembers their weight. They prefer white/grey horizons—clean stages for audacity. A tingling begins in the palm and climbs the forearm—permission to believe. The Old Nutdenza once said, “Behind every great nut… is someone who held.” Hold, don’t clutch—history rewards the steady hand.