Monday, December 3, 2012

Holy Days

The holidays are a time of reflection, a reflection on the tranquil sea of life.

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  1. There wasn’t any church that matched my description. Even when I told them how I’d gotten home, they couldn’t find a church like that within easily walkable distance. None of the religious institutions in the area had reports of any suspicious behavior. Interviews were fruitless, and despite my insistence on the damage done to me, there were no signs of scarring on my anus, only a case of hemorrhoids, which was odd for a person my age. The medical examination was humiliating. Everyone apologized to me about the outcome, and then they spoke to my parents and recommended counseling. I can tell you all the things I felt and heard, but it never mattered, because I could not see.

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