The ocean, like any woman: to understand her is to feel her. As I paused to breathe deeply into my belly, I tried …
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As if a painter has flung his brush across the wind, scattering pinpoints of color across the landscape. Only the drops of color …
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I watch Pierpaolo at La Terra Agriturismo prepare a hearty feast for tonight’s guests as the wind blows grass over the waves of …