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The tower rises out like an obelisk:
a pin in a sea of terracotta roofs.
We rush to it, exploring the church courtyards
away from the sweeps of shutter speeds and blitzes. *
My sister tries to act casual as she puts her hand on the handle,
frozen in that pose, the perfect D.P for F.B,
till the green doors
We slip between the folds
of church spire…Continue