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about my neck. My winnings
People were all around them. The square was crowded. It was an oddly private moment, despite that. You could be alone in a crowd, he thought.
Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.
I cannot clearly say why those years when I met her and loved her (and will do so forever, it seems), when I met Folco and Teobaldo and Ginevra, and my own duke, why those years are so intensely within me always, not just tonight in our council chamber. Perhaps it is true of every life, that times from our youth remain with us, even when the people are gone, even if many, many events have played out between where we are and what we are remembering. I am so full of memories tonight from that time—when I was being changed, made and remade by those I met.
