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  • Standing in the bulk aisle at the food market
    my day is unbalanced and then a woman brushes next to me.
    She smells familiar; a mediterranean fig perfume
    and in a blink, my being is pierced with feelings
    from adventures among streets of Venice.

    We're walking down alleys; lost and wide-eyed
    A mime, some cathedrals, street graffiti
    Sharing a lost experience and coffee.

    I return to my bulk aisle, but not completely.
    Somewhat lost, but more balanced nevertheless.

    She is unaware of the gift she returned to me,
    a gift I would never think to ask for
    yet given to me at a time most needed.
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