Relics of Summer
Issue #64
Fall 1994
The fonts in all the churches are dry. I run my fingers through the dusty scallops of marble: not a drop for my hot forehead. The Tuscan July heat is invasive to the body but not to the stone churches...
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Winter 1986 - Digital