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  • It's the summer of the 1969 and While Neil Armstrong moves the first steps on the moon and Woodstock festivals become an icon, me, my brother michele and other fellow friends relax on a countryside house patio bathing in the waning sun. Memories are flowing as a nice stream and while i look at those little muddy faces i feel somehow happy. I dont know where those small fellas are now, except for my brother. But i will do researches. It's this a sign i am growing old ? Who knows, but nostalgia is a warm blanket
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