A Poem by Shira:
The sky meets the earth with an explosion of green rolling hills that flow into infinity. The wind blowing gently through the fields of grapes, olive trees, red poppies, lavender, oregano and oak trees, is like breath giving life to all that surrounds you. You drink the wine, you eat the olive oil, you feel the breath in every sip and every bite. You are more alive then you ever have been, accepting you have no choice but to indulge and bask in the beauty that is Tuscany.
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