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Wet Feet in Milano

I’m smiling, amused. I just walked home in the pouring rain. Gym bag and  groceries hanging heavy from my shoulder. My black-and-white polka dot umbrella amidst the sea of umbrellas. This was no tourist moment. I was just heading home like everyone else, and put my new leather boots on the radiator to dry out. Now I’m eating some of Mom’s-recipe-chicken-with-rice-and-gravy that I had put in the freezer a couple of weeks ago. It’s November and I’m cozy in Milano.

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