Citadel

A cool and airy whitewashed stone chamber, set down in something like Eden.

The ambience of a monastery garden;

Warm pine needles, oregano, and the purr of doves.

Murmuring afternoons.

Fragments of colour, light, shade;

The blue/red splinters of butterflies that dance along the rides.

A kaleidoscope, freed.

Imagined or real, here are stacked centuries of continuous occupation and emotional peace.

This is a place to occupy the present, against the assault troops of the hypothetical.

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