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  • The arancia trees in our courtyard remind me just how different of a world I have entered. Here they grow everywhere, along side the lemon and olive trees. We find them in Mensa daily, picked anew.

    At first Italy terrifies me. It isn't exactly what I expected and I haven't seen my beautiful city yet. But the oranges make me feel better, for some reason. I guess because for the first time I am entranced by something here: the beauty, the blissful idea of picking an orange off a tree in the perfect 60 degree weather we feel here in Roma, the purity of life. For the first time I feel myself falling in love with a place, like so many people had told me I would.

    For the first time a Roman.
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