Grapes on the south slopes, olives on the north. Wild ponies play near my house. They tease my son. He wants to be one of them. When was the last time you were home? Two years, 264 days and this morning.
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Pink stones that warm in the sun. A kitchen garden that smells of herbs in the day... jasmine in the evening.
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Figs, apples, pears. The soil, Marcus, black. Black like my wife's hair.
