“Yearning finds us all, in all its forms”
“Yearning finds us all, in all its forms”Few people gave notice to the plainly-dressed woman hurrying down the Via delle Caldaie, crossing the Via San Maria to the Via Romana, leading not only through, but out of the Porta San Piero Gattolino.
For the first time when making this retreat, Isabetta scanned the road behind and before her, fearful any should see her hurried get-away. Such action could be seen as escape, escape as guilt; but it was only the truth of her own existence from which she ran.
Once beyond the battlemented gate, Isabetta quickly stepped off the road in favor of the narrow, well-trod path beckoning from the right. It was one she had taken on many occasions, telling no one she was going. She never did on such sojourns.
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