Sometime in November 2019. Bushwick, Brooklyn.
Rows of folding chairs encircle an empty podium draped with bright red fabric. The open space above the empty black plastic seats is crisscrossed with a generous amount of stringed fairy lights and paper lanterns, softly illuminating the lofted space. At the shuttered window, a potted palm gently waves in th…
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