05.23.09: Venezia Santa Lucia

In the train station, we sat on our packs against a steel door beneath the schedule board. When it shuffled overhead, we took turns looking. Everyone ran out, heads craned upwards, running and returning like a round—my turn? the clattering of tiles like heels on a dance floor. Is it our turn?

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