This is the story of a woman inhabited by the demons of resentment, petulence, pessimism, misanthropy, ill-will, arrogance, self-importance, indolence, judgmentalism, greed, anger and despair, who, in a rare moment of clarity, ceases to enjoy entertaining these demons, and begs for exorcism. At which point the demons exit, bury themselves in the ground, sprout as noxious weeds and die, much to the woman's delight, for she enjoys taking pictures of dead things.
The Lenten desert prepares itself.
Doesn't need any efforts on my part, apparantly.
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