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I have seen many skies, but none like this one. Clear and serene, very far from what happens on the earth it covers. The skin, indeed. A body that ends up under the tanks while shouting 'Viva l'Italia.' The puddle, the flatbread of skin and bones that comes out of it is the flag of Italy.
I have seen many skies, but none like this one. Clear and serene, very far from what happens on the earth it covers.
The skin, indeed. A body that ends up under the tanks while shouting 'Viva l'Italia.' The puddle, the flatbread of skin and bones that comes out of it is the flag of Italy.
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