« Where do you want to go? » she asked, as the Cathedral stood behind
them, heavy and quiet. He didn’t know. So they walked aimlessly
for an hour, searching for something that could unite their doubts
and fears like rain, a disagreement, an emotion,
an illness or a meal. The bar they both liked, where
they once had an eventful conversation, was
closed that night. They went back home, regretting
not having brought the umbrella.
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