The Fragrance of Prayer
Jun 04, 2020
2 minutes
JOHN LANDRETTI
NE AFTERNOON in Wyoming, I sat on a hilltop. The wind seemed not only to blow the grasses but also the sunlight itself, sweeping it into my skin, a warm jangle. I was having some downtime in a high place. Having slowed, I could see how much a rushed life had whiplashed my body. When I’m caught in that frame of reference, everything
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