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Though it’s hard to choose one
I’ll tell about my favorite place in Italy
Venice. For this reason…
It’s a city of stone and masonry built upon
a million tree trunks pile driven into the lagoon
It doesn’t even make sense that such city exists.
Which makes being there…magical.
You can place an idea like a kitten
in a cardboard box and hope
it shows up on Christmas morning
but even if you’re lucky you get it right once a year.
You can see tomorrow coming
It’s in your rear view mirror
How did that happen?
One day you want something
And then it’s already behind you
Life’s magic the magician’s
white gloved hands distracts us
to perform the trick
one thing I have observed
is that with every passing day
all of us are dying
but very few are living
Life is short
Which makes being here…magical.
All my friends are ghosts.