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a strong bora sends the boats in the port rocking and clanging people keep clutching their hats tightly to their heads their skirts to their thighs we take windblown photographs of each other before the harbor bay the wind is not as wild as on the funny drawings on those picture postcards that show everything flying through the air but things are bad enough to bring tears to your eyes and to make us turn our backs on the rest of Trieste and dry our eyes over coffee and coke in a small bar around the corner * * *
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Tri(e)ste
a strong bora sends the boats in the port rocking and clanging people keep clutching their hats tightly to their heads their skirts to their thighs we take windblown photographs of each other before the harbor bay the wind is not as wild as on the funny drawings on those picture postcards that show everything flying through the air but things are bad enough to bring tears to your eyes and to make us turn our backs on the rest of Trieste and dry our eyes over coffee and coke in a small bar around the corner * * *
Trieste is a lovely old multicultural Italian city on the northern Mediterranean. Bora is a fierce fall wind in this area, blowing from the land to the sea
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Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
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