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Sunday, September 30, 2012

Baptistry and Moon, 6 AM, Florence, Italy

I was there, alone and jubilant, waiting for the moon. It broke, at last, through the clouds.

4 comments:

  1. Your early bird ways must give you many rare and lovely travel experiences...

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  2. Gorgeous, Beth!

    Good things come to she who waits.

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  3. Oh, Beth! Bellissima. I've been in California visiting my father, watching brilliant moonrises 3 nights' running, hoping that you too had been basking in la luna piena flooding the piazzas.

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