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It rained like hell that August and we were traveling in his car, up in northern Italy, and it was so intimate and getting-to-know-a-bit-of-each-other and we loved it so. Then it stopped raining and still it was cool outside while the sky started opening, and it was all so dramatic and beautiful and the air became clean and fine-grained. Piacenza, 2005
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