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Italy
When I smell parsley and olives, It reminds me of Italy in October. Rolling down the hill, Laughing until my guts hurt. Running through the ancient ruins, The wind prickling my skin. Then relaxing and eating a twix bar, On the Spanish Steps, While watching the sun set.
