I had considered different 59s for this year's travels.
59 Martyrs
59 Frescoes
59 Ice creams
59 Campsites
59 Rivers
59 Saints
59 Bridges
59 People
59 Grafitti
59 Cakes
And then I thought I should make it 60.
After all, another year has passed.
However "59" rolls off the tongue nicely and fountains move me.
They are democratic places.
Domestic, romantic, indispensable.
They serve man, woman and beast without prejudice.
This is an International Invitation- open to anyone. everyone.
Please send me your name and your wish.
I will visit a fountain, collect its water,
throw a coin and respectfully wish your wish for you.
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