Pragmata Agnosta

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Digital drawing. A young woman with glasses and a bob stands with her back to the viewer and her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She is seen from waist up to the bridge of her nose. Emblazoned on the jacket’s back is a symbol: an owl with wings outspread, as if swooping down to a landing, antlers extending along the inside of the owl’s wings, and two spears rising from behind the owl. On the woman’s right shoulder is perched a bird that looks like a small owl. 

“No problem,” I said, through gritted teeth.  I’d been training for this moment, my whole life.  I’d been told it would feel as if every muscle in my body were seizing up at the same time.  I’d known what to expect and I still could never have imagined…

When I woke up, the woman who had officiated the ceremony—my mom called her a “priestess,” but she seemed more like a tax accountant to me—smiled at me.  I was still groggy.  But I could see it was a smile of congratulations.

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