Take a walk with me through the Botanical Garden.
Look, I see a bench! How hand-y.
Let's go and sit down.
What are these shadows under the bench?
They are made from the cutouts on the bench seat. Now that we are sitting, we can admire all the hands waving at us.
“Can a mother forget the infant at her breast,
walk away from the baby she bore?
But even if mothers forget,
I’d never forget you—never.