Dear Wigleaf,

I should have stayed longer in Florence.

At the train station in Pisa, I camped alone with Kit-Kats and potato chips, didn't even walk to see the tower, so fearful the train would leave without me. (Other trains had left without me.)

A single day in Florence with the museums closed. I visited a café with a single computer. The long screech of modem. And me, gelato cone dripping in one hand, spending a few lire to check my e-mail. I wrote you, I am writing you again.

I wish you had told me about Florence. I wish you had told me: lovely as the art books are, I should have stayed and seen for myself.

It wasn't, but in my head I called it.



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Read SL's story, "Hang Up."

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