la giralda. half a world away. holding hands as they scale the almost endless ramp. holding breaths after they reach the top and look out over the city. seville. beautiful, hot. the dirty guadalquivir, but still a river with bridges and that special air that only comes from being skimmed over the surface of the water. the park, and the ferris wheel, and the sweat, and the dust. spinning slowly in their dreams. someplace to return.
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