the places where you have never been before but already smell like home.
The meadows, the olives, the bricks, the cicades.
The shady porch that creaks under our paces, the refreshing well where the echo resounds.
Those places are here, waiting for you, leaning in the sun.
Already part of your desires, future memories if you close your eyes.
 
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