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Opening Doors, Dropping Keys, and Setting Prisoners Free

Sunday morning the new guy preaches again. He jokes and sings. He’s not afraid to say what’s true. He’s not afraid. He sees the stressed look on my face and winks. The man reminds me of Hafiz—the way he goes about humming and opening doors. I take a … Continue reading

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