reflection
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I stepped through the bright red doors of the sanctuary, almost giddy with excitement. We made our way down the aisle, the children arguing about where to sit, before settling into a pew. We made light conversation, I laughed at the playful bickering between siblings, and admired the stained glass windows and wooden rafters. Protestants…
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I recently watched the show Fleabag. I can’t remember why, but it was mentioned in an offhand comment in something or other to which I was listening, probably a podcast or video essay. I wish I could recollect what it was, if only to mentally thank the person for introducing me to the series. Whatever…
In All Uncertain Terms 