"I recognized the white, dry earth; the crushed, slippery grass of the paths; and that rough smell of the hill and vineyard, which already smells of harvest under the sun."
Created by d'Araprì
"I recognized the white, dry earth; the crushed, slippery grass of the paths; and that rough smell of the hill and vineyard, which already smells of harvest under the sun."
Created by d'Araprì