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The Power of Prayer Valerie, I suppose you are still practicing Jumping in and out of a lasso. I know you took up this activity After a visit to the West a few years ago. Do you still wear the white felt cowboy hat, The white silk shirt, and snakeskin boots. I still have the sprig of tumbleweed you mailed. You said tumbleweed was your biography. Well, I've kept a part of you, If the part is only symbolic. I do miss you. I spent most of the summer Watching the tides. When the waves flow in, The coquinas stick out white forked tongues; But when the waves recede, the coquinas close their shells. I've dedicated my life to these observations. But due to heavy summer rains, I stay in most of the time. Inside, I pray. You know, I'm not religious. I don't believe in prayer, but I pray on these rainy days, For there isn't much else to do since you went away.