Twin Lights, End of Day, Florence

I didn't stop walking. I couldn't. I was running after light, or toward it. Running away from storms and into cloisters and through cyclists. A rainbow burst. A boy played a trumpet for a girl. An egret spoke at length with a magpie. Then this happened.

Everywhere I go I find gifts I would have bought for my mother. Stories I might have told her.

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