Shelley Hobson never really intended to jump.
Nevertheless, there she found herself, plummeting backward down the rabbit hole, defying gravity - into the underground maze of narrowly tunneled switchbacks and false passageways that were the 1970’s counterculture. And even in the crystal clear blackness of night, nothing was as it seemed . . .
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ctuated by sweet soul music, Hare Krishna finger cymbals, and the cries of Jonestown’s lost, "Corners" tells… Continue