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It was a cold morning in February, and he had walked all the way to Florence from the woods of the Mugello. Jimmy, a young wild boar with two good ...
Halina finished her shift at Signora Ludovisi’s at 5pm. In ten minutes she had combed her long curly red hair and put it up into a ponytail, brushed her teeth ...
This essay, L’altra Firenze by Vanni Santoni, was originally published in The Towner. Translation into English by Helen Farrell. Florence, Florence. “Do you still live in Florence?” was the word on ...
