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Bought Magnets


Rome was a frightening place. Later, moving toward Ireland and steep hills, foot-sized cracks in stone, cliffs, but the biggest blooms I had ever seen. Mexico's rain and pilgrimage. The thin man with a moustache staring with me at a painting of two mermaid lovers. He looked over and said, "This is the ride you're about to take. You can have it all day but nothing ever lasts. You're on vacation." I ripped the keys from his hand and bought magnets for my family. Key West's bar tarot and sale priced Medusa. Blue Monkeys. Blue Feathers. In the pool finally alone. Will I ever forget his eyes?

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