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2010-02-08
admit one


Lost men and women wander in the dark of Sunday night, searching for a place where they might be let in. Strangers from way out of town bicycle past the haunted houses, searching for drugs and warmth in the loneliest sex transactions under the trees. Churches contain a self-sustaining darkness that persists well into the clear, bright doom of Monday morning.


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