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252 1988 Morning Prayer She loves graceful things of movement and power, things that paint with motion. Ballet dancers Ice skaters Horses Her daughter’s fluid movements as she runs with her children Her son’s skiing And she married a man who can’t even dance. I am not a prayerful man. But every morning when I awaken and she is still there beside me, a small and silent prayer comes up from my thankful heart and escapes me and I cannot catch it nor do I try. And I love her for keeping me alive, even though I do not want to be. ...

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