Day 82: Firenze

I went back to Florence today. I had never met this one before.

It was just me and her. Her strength, her gentleness. The shame of the brute. The compassion of the soul. You could see it in her fingertips, untangling the mess that was made. The way the light fell on her face, illuminating what she couldn't see. Only be.

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