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A Sacrament of Love
He cradles her feet, tired with years, in his sturdy hands. Slowly, he pours water over them. Then washes them, gently with a cloth. Mostly

He cradles her feet, tired with years, in his sturdy hands. Slowly, he pours water over them. Then washes them, gently with a cloth. Mostly

Editor’s Note: A few months ago, the poet Thomas Lynch raised the question in our podcast: “How do we come to be the ones we