Tag: Rome

  • The Journey: Why am I doing this?

    The Journey: Why am I doing this?

    “I see…” he said thoughtfully and walked slowly towards the window. For a long time, he stood there against the setting sun of late afternoon. The messenger could see the furnishings of the room more clearly now: the square oak table, the chairs, the musical instruments. Fresh flowers had been brought in from a nearby…

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