Letters of Life

Summer Breeze


The clouds have fled, the sunlight is strong, so strong the face burns. But there is solace in the green shade, where the pigeons coo. In the quiet town square, where the 13th century church stands gloriously silent, summer visitors stroll the cobbled lanes, passing French pattiseries and displays of handmade Italian ballet shoes.


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