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in the reflection of an eye

I love books. I always have. They were my “drug of choice” before I knew what that was, and afterwards. My family always read. My image of breakfast at our house was all of us with a section of newspaper. … Continue reading

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…my year long affair with Guido Brunetti

It started out harmlessly. A friend in London knew a man who’d lived in Venice. He told her about Brunetti. Brunetti is a native Venetian. Rare, any more. A really good guy, too. Don’t worry – my husband knows. He’s … Continue reading

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