The young woman wanted very much to taste handmade gnocchi in an Italian village, rather than just to dream about it from her home in the United States.  So she secured passage across the Atlantic.

 

She feared that she would feel lost and alone in the little village, once she got there, or that the gnocchi would not taste as piquant as she had imagined it would.  She couldn’t guard against those things, but she could guard against her fear of sinking at sea, because she had procured her own lifeboat, which happened to be transparent and to have a garden growing in it.  She gave the high sign to hoist it onto the ship.  She was becoming more and more comfortable with moving of her own volition.

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