Curzio Malaparte

January 13, 2015
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From the window of the butcher you see the red towers gleaming in the morning, the roofs of old coral, olive trees that rise from the hills as a slight silvery mist, and the fields, vineyards, golden woods of Montagnola down there, towards Volterra.
โ€œMaledetti Toscani, 1956โ€

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