You know that intermingled time of night and day

when the sun un-sets, and vanilla wakefulness is stillsomewhat subservient to sleep’s dirty kingdom? Well there I was, inside some sixteenth-century Paduaand I watched agog as pretty maids in period underclothes scamperedlaughing down a palace’s back stairs; and on those...

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