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a crumbling asphalt road    is the only way up winding amid wild slopes young brush  and vinyards heavy with grapes in the distance we see the evening sun    catch bare white mountain peaks    on the hills before them    glitter little towns and villages the air is mild chestnut trees    keep dropping their fruit the farmer's restaurant    announced downhill is closed so is the church a German shepherd dog    silently lies watch over the winery    behind a cast-iron gate the castello turns out to be    a not very impressive ruin advertisement and reality seem to have grown far      apart what makes me write is the quiet of the hills    through which we walk the sight of the full moon    we enjoy    with my hands      cupped over your ******* our togetherness           * * *
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Cormons - Monte Quarin
a crumbling asphalt road    is the only way up winding amid wild slopes young brush  and vinyards heavy with grapes in the distance we see the evening sun    catch bare white mountain peaks    on the hills before them    glitter little towns and villages the air is mild chestnut trees    keep dropping their fruit the farmer's restaurant    announced downhill is closed so is the church a German shepherd dog    silently lies watch over the winery    behind a cast-iron gate the castello turns out to be    a not very impressive ruin advertisement and reality seem to have grown far      apart what makes me write is the quiet of the hills    through which we walk the sight of the full moon    we enjoy    with my hands      cupped over your ******* our togetherness           * * *
Cormons -another lovely old place in northern Italy - northlery betwwen Venice and Trieste - you may like to visit... good food, good wine, lots of history in the town and around,..
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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