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| 68 Your Hands Your scars are fine. They touch the border wall with humility that carries your soul to the other side. The man who feels the fear in his hands is the boy who gets wet each time he runs his fingers over the trunk of the tree. Your hands are afraid to welcome him because the morning sends the cooing dove away. You are late for the meal and there is someone waiting to love you. ...

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