Dear October, In the quiet moments — a few seconds before opening my eyes in the morning or just glancing out of the corner of my eye — Rome felt like...
My day started earlier than usual today. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, hastily pulling on clothes laid out the night before and shoving my toothbrush in the suitcase before bolting...
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