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  • After a long trip through the old mountain paths in Tuscany, I was approached by an Italian woman on my last day in Milan whose appearance was hidden behind a scarf, a hat, and a long jacket. She spoke these few words to me as we stood still watching the birds fly through the air as one.

    There's only two things remaining that capture the true life of Milan.
    The grass... and the birds.
    Sadly no one sees them anymore because they [Government] always cut the grass and everyone else don't ever look up anymore.

    Nothing more was then said as we continued to watch the birds shift and change direction over Central Station.
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