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focaccia al rosmarino the morning when johanna and i met for the first time, the sky was not the best. a gray languidness, without much passion, filled the air and enveloped the hills, in fact the whole horizon over towards milan. i, who have grown up in this house midway between lecco and monza, with
the beautiful landscape all around, felt a bit sad and i tried to find the best words to describe a territory, which in itself could not speak, nor justify the shortcoming. how do you explain a territory to those passing by chance, to those that can't rummage through their memories to find an image...
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