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The tiny owl sits silently on my shoulder as it decides when to fly back into the dark forest.
To my eye, cemeteries have a solemn beauty. I don’t think that makes me creepy.
It’s a beautiful evening on the National Mall and Jesus keeps reminding me he’s near.
Waiting for me in the ringing chamber are ropes, draped in the air like a giant arachnid.