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Years later, Katya would pass the Peter and Paul fortress again and think of the gulls, the flaxen dawn, the engine's slow cough at sea. She would think of the music box and the photograph and the way stories can be a way of anchoring what is otherwise lost. The Baltic Sun’s paint would have faded further; perhaps the boat still drifted, perhaps it had been broken down for firewood. It didn’t matter. The city was built on layers of memory, and some of those memories drifted in like the tide—thin and inevitable.

Maybe it was the cheap vodka. Maybe it was being 22. Or maybe, for six days in 2003, the physics of the planet aligned perfectly over the Neva to give us a light show that was never meant to be repeated. baltic sun at st petersburg 2003 full upd