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Monday, September 3, 2007

Mountains.

The stale Roman air can be escaped in the mountains where the humidity is less. Here the streets wind up and down hills, through wandering breezes.
Posted by Henry Kvinge at 3:18 AM

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      • The View from the Well (Creative Writing Assignmen...
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      • Relics.
      • On the Nature of Sounds in Italian Streets.
      • An Unexpected Concert.
      • Pathways in the Air.
      • Florence at Night.
      • Siena.
      • Mountains.
      • Rain.
      • The Leather Market.
      • Lurking Beasts.
      • Romans Go to Sea.
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      • Haze.
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