Inspired by a visit to the Trevi Fountain
A young girl, no higher than my hip, pushed past the busy crowd gathered in a morphing semicircle and came to settle underneath the shadow of a marble horse. Mane flowing, eyes wild, the horse eternally reined by his merman master overshadowed the girl’s figure as she eagerly rubbed her bronzed coin. She raised her treasure to meet the sun, the sounds of rushing water bellowing across the silent statues, and for an instant, blinded the cold stern eyes of her onlookers. She brought the coin close to her heart—a smile, a breath. Throwing the coin over her left shoulder, she let her right arm swing by her side until it stopped of its own volition.
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