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  • We all face them. We're intimate with them, often and in ways we don't discuss in polite company. Some are liquid, some solid, others are flesh and a few fall into intangible places between blinks and heartbeats.

    Neurons and prayers can't defeat a demon. God doesn't touch them because he doesn't bother with the mundane. They're our problem. We made them, we must overcome.

    Alone.

    I have a host of them, a legion! They crouch in my closet, wait in my shoes, hide in the place where dryers hide lost socks. I acknowledge mine, not bothering to bury them beneath dogma and stylized guilt.

    Why bother? Sometimes even the darkest places can be beautiful.
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