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Rome, Italy

While looking at a half-gray opal I remembered two lovely gray eyes— it must be twenty years ago I saw them... ........................................ We were lovers for a month. Then he went away to work, I think in Smyrna, and we never met again. Those gray eyes will have lost their beauty—if he’s still alive; that lovely face will have spoiled. Memory, keep them the way they were. And, memory, whatever of that love you can bring back, whatever you can, bring back tonight. ~ C.P. Cavafy The Week On EyeEm Moving Around Rome