Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. She turned her head to each side. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. Due to play hockey. Some have no males. An old woman took her in.
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