When dreaming has to end, the time has come to wake up to the reality of the world before you.
When there is no other option laid but to loosen the grip on the love that is as intangible as the wind.
When you have been realizing veracity, nonetheless stubbornly ignoring it for the hope of grasping the warmth in your hands.
Crossing the Tiber and Back
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Rome, Italy December 5 and 7, 2024 I came, I saw, and, for one glorious
autumn morning, I conquered. Rome was all mine. I set out earlier than I
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