Day 96: Piazzola sul Brenta

Here, time hung everywhere. The fog spread it through the trees. There were dangling crystals and mirrors that caught the sun, old newspapers and radios so interesting you wished they still worked -- pushing out their hidden worlds through felted screens and tiny wires. Paintings of madonna with child. Frames everywhere. Everywhere a frame.

I sighed a lot. What will they find from us?

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