I don't think I'll ever know Florence, but it makes me happy just knowing that it exists and that it is beautiful and that I can imagine what it would be like if I were to go there. I can imagine the type of food that I would eat, what I would see, how it would smell, what kind of people I would meet, and what kind of person I would be there. It may not be true, but it makes the mind happy to entertain the idea. In fact, maybe imagining it is better than actually knowing it. That way everything goes exactly as planned; no one gets hurt, lost or bored there. And no one can take away that imagination, that pretend fantasy that gets me through the day. Today was a day filled with that sort of thing, and I must say it was one of the best days I've had in a long time.
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yeah, like my toes in the mud.
don't be ridiculous, of course you'll visit florence.
there's something there you must see.
The literal or the metaphorical? Literally, maybe, but by the time I get there I will have forgotten whatever it is that I am supposed to see.
you'll know when you see it.
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