Cyril Rioli: The conjurer

About three years ago a woman and her dog approached me on the street in good spirits. I was in a trance trying to imagine the future. The animal was a small and timid thing, a Bichon Frise, I think. It wore a red cravat around its neck. “This is Cyril,” said the woman. “Cyril Rioli”. The forces that move a person to
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