She had breakfast alone behind the fading mist of last night’s passion. Haunted by lovers come and gone, she stared vacantly through the windows of her Venice apartment. The salty air drifted in from the sea. Images arose in the prism of her emotions and a surge of desire brought her back to last night. Would he return? Was it real?
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