I see now that Seneca wasn’t exaggerating when she described these creatures as her family. They have traditions and inside jokes. They share all they have, and spend their evenings around a communal fire. There is real love here. I don’t think I was expecting that. I came seeking the strange and alien. I was still that boy chasing fantasies. I have known and loved people like these. The thing that has shaken me is how these monsters, these demons, are remarkably human.

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