| SABRINA
Somewhere between Perugia
and Capri...
5 June
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Oh, staying up all night last night was a blast. But
I'm so tired, and now we're back on the train... Leigh
is looking in the railroad timetable ... the Italian landscape is whizzing
by... and we're going to Rome... No place
to Rome... Rome if you want to... Roam... Tired ... ... ... ...
I'm flying, flying, across the fields. Yellow and green, trees,
some villas. Rolling mountains. Breeze, wind, Italian skies,
my arms outstretched, fingers running through the soft clouds. I'm
alone.... No one on the fields far below, no one else in my sky, just the
beautiful clouds to embrace me.... Fleeting warmth but no... they're cool
to the touch after all... I thought clouds were warm
Oh, here comes someone flying too... It's the conductor! Maybe he's coming to examine my passport? Hee hee! I have all my papers in order, sir, I have never been to your country before... Hee hee.... He's flying closer and closer to me, perhaps I shall collide with him! Wait, it is not the conductor... but who is it...? I cannot see the face, he’s not looking at me... he's flying looking down, down at the empty fields. Look at me! Who are you? Who are you? Don't go by so fast... I can't see... Can't reach... He's gone, it's too late, passed by, vanished in the clouds. I'm flying alone again... ... ... ....
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