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A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN ©

'Just the facts, man! Nothing but the facts.' I was on the road to Damascus via a street in the West Village in New York City, when, in an instance, barometric pressure had had dropped 100 MB. There was darkness at noon. By the time I had reached the door and stepped into the cellar beneath my grand mother’s house, sirens were screaming Fear and humidity had had me soaked to the bone. YOUTUBE

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