will cool wind on your hands. Mild air will be the thrill of an early spring. Will the bicycle darting wild through the streets of downtown. In any case, my body remembers, and these feelings are associated with the night coming back from Via del Corso, the first year. When late at night and got on the bike and chipped through the deserted streets of Florence, a sleepy and naked. The fresh air that pressed on my face and hands while pushing on the pedals through the side of the cathedral, solitary and magnificent, up to Piazza San Marco, the avenues, the flyover, the Cure, the streets against the traffic going up the uphill Mugnone.
The skin has memories that I am surprised.
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