"I remember the days of the sea when I was a child.
My Romagna was also this, the smell of sunscreen, the salty air and the garbino that caressed my shoulders.
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The bus would pass by the house at dawn and we would cross the countryside to get to the sea.
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I remember the walls of the colonies, they told of loves and friendships suspended between the past and an eternally present time."
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