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I meandered along the Gothic Quarter labyrinth corridors of Carrer del Call this morning — the old Jewish Quarter of Barcelona, one of the most layered streets in a city made entirely of layers. The buildings press so close above me that the sky becomes a thin blue ribbon between medieval stone. Beneath my feet,…
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I am sitting on our Barcelona terrace with a cortado, watching the Mediterranean light do that thing it does in February—turning everything golden and honest—and I am thinking about a woman I haven’t seen in twenty years. I am thinking about a fallen log in the Tennessee woods and the hours we spent talking about…