It’s Summer time and when I’m sitting at my desk in the most air-conditioned city in the country, I close my eyes and imagine that I’m lounging on the Spanish steps, my face raised towards the Sun, my skin turning as golden as freshly pressed olive oil while pistachio gelato ...
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Friday, June 19, 2015
Wish You Were Italian (If Only... #2) by Kristin Rae
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