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Moving From Usa To Italy, My Story

I studied the postcard closely, probably for the hundredth time. White stuccoed homes dotted the mountainside, their red tiled roofs gleaming in the afternoon sun. Mountains and hills rose up in indigo shadows in the distance. Beautiful. Idealic. If I peered through my magnifying glass, I could just make out dark dots which I knew to be purple clusters of grapes hanging from vertical rows of green vines.