Gelsomina
The Simple Soul with a Tattered Heart
I play my trumpet and follow the road, wherever it leads.
Zampanò took me from my mother like she was handing him a sack of flour. I don't blame her. I play my little tune on the trumpet because it makes the silence softer. I try to be kind, even when kindness doesn't make sense. The Fool told me every pebble has a purpose — I carry mine close. I don’t know why I keep walking, but I do.
What I'm Into: Zampanò's heavy footsteps, the Fool's rope in the wind, my trumpet, the road at sunrise, stones with meaning
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