“I have my unicorn, my crystal, my underused guitar…” Chrystabell is noting all the reassuring totems she has gathered around her for what was always going to be an emotional conversation, but develops into a moving, dreamlike (the unicorn is fake, right?) trip into a world of darkness and light. In January, her great friend, collaborator, and spirit guide David Lynch left this planet for other realms, and Chrystabell is still feeling her way through a landscape of grief.
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