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postcards from italy i

October 6, 2010
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Lucca, Italy, 7:10 am.

i’ll never (ever) forget the sound of those footsteps walking along the brick lined lane.  the sun cascading off the windows of our neighbors’.  as i gazed from our window at the beauty below, i heard his breath behind me as he slept his last never-remember dreaming minutes.  it was the morning and ahead of us was nothing but possibility.  nothing.

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