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reflective
slow-paced
"The light about my head was incandescent, striking. It did not resolve into anything knowable. There was a kind of magnificence about this. I was passing through a prismatic cloud. Venice wore her mask of sea glass and I wore mine. I would dance with her. For music we’d take the ordinary buzz and din of the narrow passageways and canals."
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