Can you feel it? The sinking of the Earth beneath your feet? The slow and steady slurping of the sea, the gulping of the waves? I can feel the rumbling earth beneath my worn soles: I can feel the water swallowing us whole. Can you feel it?The vendors line the alleys side by side and sell their beautiful trinkets. Sequin masks beautifully painted along with little stamped and printed copies of artwork that was once real. And there, stands a beggar, next to the hand painted crafts. Hunched over in the stifling heat to steady herself, she rocks.
The gondola man beckons, his song so sweet. They’ll dig further into their pockets, a wealthy price for a slice of Italian life.
So long as the gondola glides, the beggars will beg. With the weight of this world a much too large burden to mask the green eyed sea, the world will continue to crumble, and be swallowed by the sea. Tell me, can you feel it?
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