The Pale Garden
Did you ever wonder if the air could bite back? I asked Luca that question on the morning the frost came to the canals, standing at the edge of the wind-turbine nacelle where the wind-turbine nacelle groaned under the strain of the gale. The humidity in Venice is a physical fact, a heavy, wet weight that swells every door and rots the wood from the inside out, but here, on the badlands of the...
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