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Epiphany

on a train to Riomaggiori a crone of good attitude stood before me thinking the beggar sort handing her coins but no this wasn't for it paper lira only so i gave her my only bill still don't remember it's value passing to her her hand to her pulled mine began reading the signs of palm and lines of time in Italiano which i don't speak leaving me speechless suddenly she pulled my hair and not daring to say Strega she told me everything that i was and was meant to be but then she took my hair wrapping in the lira giving back to me no clue not knowing what to do with this now life in my hands burn bury throw to sea one or any of these or any other thing to bring her words to become what was meant to me at least in the eyes of a kind soul

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