niccolo pescetelli
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September 11, 2018
Faces. Faces staring at you, entering the dark candle lit room. Is…this…the book club? I ask, not sure if I am in the right place. No answer. I approach, getting closer and closer to the decadent yet beautiful stage that has been set up for the first scene of the act. The faces keep staring but provide no answer. Just a gentle, neutral, inviting smirk.
In the time of Ferdinand and Isabella and other maritime monarchs, maps were top-secret, like new electronic discoveries today.
