February 25, 2015
“I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.” [Anne Rice “The Vampire Armand”]
There was a sound in the night. The sound of a crowd’s chatter that was so typical for a busy Venetian day on crowded tourist trails. Gaia frowned. Normally at this hour – and especially in winter – Venice and the most serene of silences were playing charades. Only some
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