I’m sitting outside in the garden, right in the middle of the lawn. It’s officially Spring, but the air is still quite nippy. I’ve just recovered from a nasty seasonal flu and, since I’m not twenty years old anymore, I’m carefully wrapped in a wool shawl. There’s a reason if here in Italy we are all so concerned about prendere un colpo d’aria, getting h…
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