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Largo, Xerxes (Handel)
Elan (thoughts)
September 19, early morning hours
I ran a long time… maybe one hour. The Sultan isn’t a big ship and soon I forgot how many times I passed the bow. All I knew is that the wind was helping me after passing the stern and challenging me after the bow. The moon, sometimes, refused to light my path and the ocean cheered me on, endlessly. The soft and friendly murmur reminded me of another audience, another time, another place; raised hands, happy faces, and me running.
I have always known who I was, no matter my name, passport, address or church.
It was a sin to think I knew Violet by imagining her past according to some facts and after observing her a few weeks like a hunter who tracks a prey he needs for food. I have to decipher her soul before
