Rosy Intent
The musings of an optimist
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2 min readMar 2, 2024
Thursday, I am thrown through glass unexpectedly — my eyelids cut on impact.
This is Italy and I am a stranger. Nevertheless, new skin is found and meticulously sewn back on — darned patches of tiny stitches that hardly scar and I am more than grateful…
Forty years on, my embroidered eyes have become gossamer bags containing scented rose water…