GUARDIANĀ The trumpeting of angels or the spectral lights of heaven didn’t accompany me on my brush with death as I gazed at the angry bowels of the earth and the portal to possible oblivion. I sang camp disco instead. More specifically, Gloria Gaynor’s spirit urged me to sing “I will survive” at the top of my voice. Let me explain. Continue reading
ITALY: AEOLIAN ISLANDS, BLOWN AWAY
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