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Chapter Twelve-1
Chapter Twelve In Sophie’s words… I had a dinner conversation with the man in charge of my photo shoots. He handed me a business card with the name Black Doors written on its face. He said I’d enjoy what went on there as much as I did the afternoon that I spent with his friends, bound in the photographer’s studio. That day, they hoisted me as high as the rigging and the height of the ceiling would allow me to go. I imagine I was at least six inches off the ground. I could have been six feet or six miles above the earth. It didn’t really matter the way I floated so thoughtlessly in an open space that seemed as expansive as heaven. Even the light they burnished into my eyes had an otherworldly quality to its intensity. Was I being grilled by God? I knew I’d go to this man’s club as soon
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