at this most unexpected moment, the author recalls having felt the same sensation of two identically uneven paving stones under his feet years ago in Venice, in Saint Mark’s Square, and all that he saw and experienced there. He has the sudden conviction of a book existing within him, with all its details, only waiting to be realized
me:
(taco munching with Ah Dur + V in chelsea market) ((scent of lime)) maybe my calling in life is to open a fish taco stand by the beach!
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