The Passing

By

Alexander Duncan

Remember the significance of a particular moment, even if long anticipated, is difficult to clarify. Now several months have passed, and still I grapple with that long goodbye that concluded in Florence, Italy and the sweet memories that will forever linger. I thought that night would never come, and yet it was always just around the corner waiting to arrive. I had not seen my cousin in years, and yet there was a bond between us fused in the innocence and wonder of childhood and adolescence.

What place could have been more perfect for this last moment than Florence? My cousin, the beautiful expressive dancer twirling with the wind, and this exquisite gem of renaissance aspiration and glory on the Arno &nd...

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