Day 40: Venezia

Just a visitor here. Underneath the melodic bells, tucked safe in warm corners where the bar stools slightly wobble. 

Around me, no talking. Only singing. Syllables. Hand acrobats in the air. Meat and cheese between rustic buns and the clinking sound of cleaning glasses. I can't see where the room ends; I don't need to. My soul has found the place.

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