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October 25, 2022
Two years that I hadn't heard the cowbells of grazing cows or the crackling of hunters' guns.
This morning I heard the crows cawing as they soared from the yellow foliage of the trees that covered the humps of Lessinia, you would say normal.
Not for me, for me who had no memories of when was the last time
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