The Write Life: A Cottage in Italy

I was utterly absorbed in the ambient orange of Florence.

A full twenty four hours had passed since I had arrived in Italy.

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Fear, you’re not welcome here any more

Dear Fear, It has been a rather co-dependant relationship we’ve had the two of us.

Gripping each other in cold dark cinemas. Embracing each other before launching off cliffs.

We’ve spent evenings with our dear friend Red Wine, and debated the pros and cons of bad relationships, of moving out, of moving on.

But the moments when we’ve been most intimate have been before we had to select the word ‘publish’.

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