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Toscana
“Tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a te, tanti auguri a…”
“Great artwork reminds you what it means to be human. Antonello reminded me what it means to be human. And, in the moment that realization came, I slipped into a half-slumber wondering: Are we human or are we dancer?”
“Tanti Auguri”
“I’ve lived in a number of different countries in my life, and my name is almost without fail a weird one regardless of place. It gets butchered and doctored and bastardized and even whitewashed. Many that have known me for decades still call me incorrectly, and some I’ve only known for weeks or months call me correctly.”
“The afternoon waxed on […]”
“in a surreal atmosphere of good wine and good vibes. As we stood to leave and asked to pay for the wines we’d been drinking, Valerio rejected us outright, looking almost offended. ‘There’s a saying in Italy,’ he offered on our way out the door, per pagare e morire, c’é sempre tempo. ‘To pay and to die, there’s always time.’”
Photo Credit: Savannah Boylan
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