Everyone is unique. That includes an individual’s paw. For instance, my hand has the appearance of a river running from left to right across the base of my fingers. Below the river consists a series of drawn out and elongated veins that remind me of a systematic highway. Like a desert, the wrinkles and hair on my phalanges remind me of sand dunes. Located right below this landmark is my hand’s “Nile River.” The callous on my hands stand as a symbol of my dimwitted negligence, seeing as I don’t wear gloves when I lift weights. My knuckles resemble the Aures Mountain Range of Northern Africa. My hand reminds me of a map of Africa. When I look at my hand, I am dragged on an enchanting safari through this miraculous world