f2PointEight
Creative Studio
Tag: conscience and the accuser
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The Devil and Me
In retrospect, my earliest religious memories were not benign ones. They were not framed in pithy clichés about love or grace or cuddly predatory animals who lost their desire to eat you. They were framed in warning. I was four years old when I first asked my mum who Satan was. It was a question…
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