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A voice goes across
the coliseum. The dust shakes
everywhere it touches. He runs
across so no one sees him. He doesn’t
understand why there are no security
officers. Stillness and Italian
time is everywhere. A plane that
is burning shatters
and he looks up to watch it, but
the voice stops him,
it knows where the crowds are
and when they
where scheduled to visit.

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