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The Real Prayers Are Not the Words, But the Attention that Comes First The little hawk leaned sideways and, tilted, rode the wind. Its eye at this distance looked like green glass; its feet were the color of butter. Speed, obviously, was joy. But then, so was the sudden, slow circle it carved into the… Continue reading Online, I’m doing too much

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