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In Venice, eating fish and readying for a Vivaldi concert — Image: Christie B. Cochrell, Goldola, Blue |
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- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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