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Remember the days of the week, the way the sunrose and fell, the duplicitous stars, the afternoonsthat leaned against the house like summer screens,the spellbound waves, the trees that loved mewith indifference.I saw how words kept everything from floating awayor coming too close. I saw a stone release its ghostand did not fall to my knees. I saw the past like moonlighton the blanket of childhood, a place where no one knewand no one said. And that's how I became unworthy of prayer.