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The Rave Room

The Rave Room

In the mythical warehouse containing the carefully archived tales of the collection that is my “Book of Life”, there is hidden a metaphorical space. It twinkles in and out of being as if primordial dark matter; my own Brigadoon, carefully negotiated over time for scheduled appearances, and allotted a certain, stipulated number of annual “Get […]