Smartypants Chick Goes to Roma


The laughter of children playing,

murmurings of conversation,

black men weaving in between people,

laying on towels,

turning different shades of red and brown,

waves beating the sand and rocks,

drumming… lulling,

present at the beginning and with no end in sight.

The bells speak of time passing,

crisp white and tan buildings punctuate the infinite

blue of the limitless sky.

This moment,

a tiny period at the end of a sentence.

Water and land,

life will go on forever in your presence.

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