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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