Purgatory

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By Albert Ahearn

I walked through a shadowed portal into a darker existence: a parallel microcosm where light is impenetrable and only remorseful sinners inhabit this purging place. A restless wind endlessly blows its elegiac redolence across a seemingly lifeless land where no sunflowers ever grow. I continued walking, groping about, stumbling, until I saw a faint illuminate ahead the exit portal into light.

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