“The passing of centuries had left their marks of decay…”

The morning air was fresh as I walked along the winding street down to the Venetian harbour. My muffled footsteps disappeared amidst the sound of distant splashing waves. Suddenly, I stopped by a sand stone wall with a resplendent red door. The passing of centuries had left their marks of decay, yet resilience and defiant beauty were still apparent.

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