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Steve Erickson is a thirty-five-year-old Idaho pharmacist, who writes late at night, with coffee and cigarettes at his side, if he’s not, ahem, travelling to other dimensions or otherwise journeying beyond space and time.
The quality and depth of the exchange between us was near the deepest, most basic level of my being. Before me stood a being in which existed, in a universal sense, the most extreme opposite to everything I had known or defined as light, happiness, pleasure, tenderness, compassion, love, goodness and well-being.
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