The sky is overcast but the weather is warm. The limestone walls are humming and buzzing with life. Italian Ruin Lizards are scuttling in and out of the cracks and a warbler is singing as if its life depends upon it. The Oil-Seed Rape is bristling in the light breeze.
I must be in Italy again.
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