Hearing the Italian waiters, I remembered Rome -
Our breakfasts by the Tiber -
The first espresso -
Warm morning light fell through the leaves of the plane trees -
Wallace was playing football at Cally Road -
Sophie smiled -
I counted all the stories I had to tell -
So many -
I lost them in her smile -
Tropea
Russell Square
August 2025
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