To Rome, With Love
I walked through a foreign city with native feet; the dust footprints of my great-grandparents glowed through stone to guide me
Mother. Writer. Lover. ~ Stiletto addict.
Eternal wiseass. ~ Native New Yorker.
Untamed.
Welcome inside my head. ~ Proceed with caution.
I walked through a foreign city with native feet; the dust footprints of my great-grandparents glowed through stone to guide me
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