Prayer, by Galway Kinnell
Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
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written 16 June 2010Blue sky, the plants glowing in the brightness of the sun. A pattern of shadows on piled rocks. Sweat on my skin, the wind playing my hair across my face, stroking the pads of my
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