The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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The weather was pleasant. The wind made my hair dance; the sun warmed my skin, giving it a healthy glow. The house in Talicozza was humble, nothing special. But it was my temporary home.

I was far away from New York. I was a shy girl growing up in Yonkers with two Italian parents whom I'd barely been around. But Italy was beautiful, and I was wanted. The American that all the Italians wanted to marry. I didn't marry any of them though. I just spent my two weeks surrounded by beauty and returned home. And life took its course from there.

My Trip to Italy

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