Aimlessly wandering down pathways of a mind, coinciding with a painting, hanging on the wall.
A scene of beauty, a little Italian town of serenity sitting on a countryside of intellect, reposing gently in my mind.
Landscape filled with Italian spruce trees, touching souls with their epic embraces.
Silence surrounding the atmosphere with solace on a breath-taking vision of memory, held deep inside, grasping my heart with collective senses of yesterday's peaceful existence.
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