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Saturday afternoon, a blanket of fog covers Milan, with a fur (faux fur, of course), a scarf and a hat protects you from the cold. The dog leash runs here and there. Black is all black, my winter wardrobe and sky. Then the tones of gray and dark brown leaves underfoot. Cold, too cold to feel the urge to buy items that smell of spring. Desire for hugging soft and warm, like a pizza with friends and chat over a drink. It's the little things that warm the heart.
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