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Our generation hands. We walking into the woods and saw the plain big stone. We got many paints with two colors for the stone. We used our hands to put a prints on the stone to let the future generations know we was here. The sunshine over our heads. And the wind rushes threw our paints. Grab as many colors to our hands and begins to prints the stone like a cave kids. When we got finish with hands prints. There is so much hands we designs. Someday a funny group of aliens going to see our prints and wanna to put in a safe place for memories. With many colors for all we used to hands prints. Hands prints all over the stone.