Fiesole / Florence / Siena
Fiesole, Fiesole, Fiesole. For as long as I live, the word will be an incantation, pulling me from whatever muck I have found myself in, kissing me with sun and hill and grass, with the memory of wine and figs, …
Fiesole, Fiesole, Fiesole. For as long as I live, the word will be an incantation, pulling me from whatever muck I have found myself in, kissing me with sun and hill and grass, with the memory of wine and figs, …