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  1. Erin Wilson

    I spent my evening with some evangelical friends at the kind of function I usually avoid. But a friend was playing guitar, and I’d put up with a lot to hear him play.

    I felt uneasy the whole time. Uneasy since I came home. Trying to figure out just why I feel so icky. Measured. Judged. Less than.

    And I knew to come here. To this place.
    I’m really really grateful for what you’re doing here.

    xo

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