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My husband always says, “When your brain says right, Dearest, turn left.”
In Florence I forgot what he said - circled for hours, no tourists left...
only a donna in a black dress nodding off by a chapel door.
And in the green courtyard a pierced cloud set ablaze all the small, yellow daisies.
