Reality Check

As the morning sun streams through the leaded glass pane, I sip my warm cappuccino while gazing at the piazza that lies below.  The aroma of freshly baked bread wafts up from the bakery as the green grocer next door opens his shop, filled with garden fresh fruits and vegetables.  A woman across they way hums as she waters her window boxes, overflowing with crimson geraniums. And the street cleaner whistles La Traviata as his straw broom sweeps across the cobblestones…. Huh? […]

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