Day 57: Firenze

How to tell a story: Do we live it or write it? Review it or feel it? 

Are we writing stories anymore? Or are we just pretending? Through glass screens and mirrored reflections, capturing something we hope is there.

Would we recognize it if it were? 

I've been thinking a lot about the story I'm telling. Even if I'm the only one reading. I don't think I've started writing.

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