Tourists on a glorious spring day in 2003, my husband and I took a short metro ride to the outskirts of Rome to Ostia Antica, the ruins of a once great port city. For several hours we roamed this large, preserved site of antiquity.
At an intersection on one of the many cobblestone streets, I was suddenly riveted in place. The plaque on the low, waist-high stones stated...
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