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Oblique Prayer

Not the profound dark night of the soul and not the austere desert to scorch the heart at noon, grip the mind in teeth of ice at evening. but gray, a place without clear outlines, the air heavy and thick the soft ground clogging my feet if I walk, sucking them downwards if I stand, Have you been here? is it a part of human-ness to enter no man's land?…