Suckerfish Moon

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A solid month of audible self-immolation seemed enough. By the rise of the Suckerfish Moon, I had once again returned to my usual morning prayers. After all, just as the great fish sucks down smaller prey, so, too, my demons would continue to suck at my spirit; I need have no fear on that score. But more than thirty days devoted expressly to admitting my guilt seemed to make the point, even if there were no hope of expiation.



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