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Curraggia, an Italian tale
Yesterday was spent in good company and, like every Sunday without plans, we left for unknown destinations. The air is no longer stuffy as in
Yesterday was spent in good company and, like every Sunday without plans, we left for unknown destinations. The air is no longer stuffy as in
We are the uninterrupted realm of the mastic, of the waves that run down the ancient granites, of the rosehip, of the wind, of the immensity of the sea. We are an ancient land of long silences ...
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