But usually don’t even write.
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If, while you’re in Italy, you happen upon a little town called Poggio d’Api, let me know and take pictures! That’s where my dad’s side of our family is from. I think it’s near Rieti, which would be on your way back from Naples. If you’re not heading near there, you should! My grandpa always used to talk about how beautiful it was.
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I'm Jane, a poem writing, fiction reading college student training for the Athens Marathon. This project takes place during my four months living and studying in Florence, Italy.
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