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The first day of holidays.
That sweet feeling of coming home and old time friends
And the light, Rome’s unique light!
It’s sweet to come back sometimes.
by the lake
chasing light through photography
***
The first day of holidays.
That sweet feeling of coming home and old time friends
And the light, Rome’s unique light!
It’s sweet to come back sometimes.
CRISTINA PORZIO 
Sometimes I think the only meaning of traveling is to look at home again.
oh well, I guess the meaning of traveling is to look at everything with new eyes, your home too, yes!