Chris Burlingame

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For decades, radicals of all sorts—communists, artists, homosexuals, opium smokers—had come to the woods of Truro and the narrow laneways of Provincetown to avoid federal scrutiny and lead their subversive lives.
In My Time of Dying: How I Came Face to Face with the Idea of an Afterlife
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