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This is Thirty – Honey in the Piazza

I sat in the doorway of the church, my back pressing up against the wooden doors, it was the only dry place after the rain last night. Now the sun seared through the clouds for the afternoon, warming the stone, the door, my face, if only for a few moments before the...

This is Thirty – Music in Translation

I walked into the bar in the afternoon and the atmosphere was much different than the morning. In the morning the narrow door opened to people sitting at little tables while sipping on a cappuccino and reading the newspaper. My glasses fogged from the heat of the...