Big city at night.
On a tram.
Going across the river.
The streets are shimmering reflections.
Otherwise the water is pitch black.
Going past shops.
Inside people are buying what they please.
Going past restaurants.
Each table is filled with joyful spirits.
On my feet.
Walking.
Walking.
Finally I have what I want.
Gelato.
-Elizabeth
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