In Venice For a Day
adventures ,europe ,travel ,travel writing ,twins ,Venice ,writing
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A warm pressure on my hand tears my gaze from the raging inferno that burns outside of the plane window. My hand. His. A thumb stroking the inside of my wrist and a sunset that transforms my travel companion into a being of light. All but his hands – freckled, sun-kissed – which are twinned with mine as Paris fades away...
