*95* postcards from Italy

One more posts.

Just for me. So I can remember.

Cesena:

It was a fab few days.

They could have been filled with longing and sadness but instead it was laughter and fondness and remembering and the certainty that leaving all those years ago had been absolutely the right thing to do. Friends, real friends, always remain friends and it’s easy to pick up where we left off but my life was, is, elsewhere and … yes… it was very good to come back home to my tribe, recharged and ready to go.

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