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Julia sat at the window, looking at Campo dei Fiori below. People were coming and going, meeting, talking and leaving. Hours passed. When dinner was ready, she got up and had tagliolini with pumpkin flowers, with Gaia and Kristen.  After dinner, she drew each walk, each run, each lingering. That was the playground.

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About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae

5 comments

  1. The Vigilant Robot

    i love this.

  2. Sp wonderfully chaotically, Italian! Namaste. . . . Anne

  3. vale

    spettacolare

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