Death in Florence
I will always associate Florence with grieving. I went there in the death throes of my ambition to be an attorney. In a way, Florence was my attempt to make finishing law school seem possible, or palatable. I spent quite a bit of time roaming around and shopping with a judge who was spending her summer teaching. She spent much of our time together trying to convince me to return and complete. My life had already changed too much to stay on that track. It was painful to think that I had taken a wrong turn somewhere and was now on the brink of having a life I knew I would never enjoy.
The trip came hard on the heels of a dramatic and eventful coming out. Florence was the first place I had room to breathe and think, away from the major players in the drama...
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