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Tag Archives: Italy
And this is how she arrived here…
It’s been weeks since my last post when I was lost among the vineyards of Manzano, Italy; enjoying the countryside, a dear friend and her wonderful family, and tasting the richness of what life can offer a squarely middle-class American … Continue reading
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Tagged America, Dory, Europe, Finding Nemo, friend, human, Italy, Living, Manzano, Middle Class, swimming, travel
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It’s Been A Long Time Gone
I’m hearing David Crosby crooning the lyrics in my head as I sit at my little desk here in Martin’s Brugge Hotel. I haven’t posted here (my more politically-minded rants and social commentary blog) for some time (May 15 was … Continue reading
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