Manhattan, 1988 The black jaguar had always sat on her right side, although she didn’t know it until she was 42 and ready to face her demons. Annika sat outside the old building in The Village, looking up with expectation and fear. She’d scoured the info magazines advertising for ‘spiritual’ happenings since the web was … Continue reading The Black Jaguar
Month: June 2017
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