Sardinia
Trails and Paths-“Verde Azzurro Pan di Zucchero”
I was about eleven years old, my father had a small piece of land outside the city, I felt lucky. We spent the weekends in
I was about eleven years old, my father had a small piece of land outside the city, I felt lucky. We spent the weekends 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 ...
Grazia Deledda
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