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My wife was giving our young son a bath one night when he raised a toy helicopter above his head and said, “I saw God from my...

what writes itself on the surface of the stream  reveals its lungs in concentric circles  to me tethered to the bank  as pale gold leaves...

I  He shows me his hands,  calloused from work.  I look past their roughness  and see  his mound of Venus  protruding from the thumb....