Since I was about ten or eleven, each Christmas I'd get a 365-days of Italy calendar. Back then I really didn't have a reason to keep track of the days. Now that I do, it's as if the days pass me by without my appreciating them. Looking at my calendar tacked on my wall it's stuck at May. MAY! Where did June go? And now we're half way through July? If ever there was a sign telling me to slow the fuck down and enjoy, this would be it.
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