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Worms

A photograph of us tucked into an old paperback. We took the book to Rome long ago. I left it on a bus. Most likely it has been destroyed, by riffling thumbprints. Paper rots, the bus recycled into, spoons and helmets. The book was once a romantic novel, now it’s a ghost story. Book worms rewrite history - a very natural process.

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