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Catholic Prayers
By
William J. Fedigan

She opens both windows. Then touches him. Cold. Good, she thinks. Thank God, she thinks. She spreads her fingers to cover his chest, to hear with her fingers is there life inside. She hears it. God no, she thinks. She hears it getting stronger. Please God, she thinks, don’t let me forget, don’t let me forget this time. She waits…she waits for it. He opens his mouth and it flies out.


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