15. Italy (Rome)
Preternaturally quiet, dust motes suspended in a shaft of cool, subterranean sunlight, deep below the roasting scooter-filled streets.
Ancient bones, crumbling to naught, stacked high in Catacomb walls
A femur here, a grinning jawbone there. A crooked finger, beckoning forwards into the once-living story of a Roman past.
jpm (posted from Cairo Montenotte, Italy)
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