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She walks to the window and looks out over the orange blanket of warmth that covers the city. It's crowded on the Piazza. The scents, the colours, and the sounds: A summer afternoon in Florence. The city that makes her bloom. She couldn't live without it. Imperative, as a part of life, a part of me. Parte di Me.
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