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EXTRAVIRGIN OLIVE OIL
a table in the woodS
The light remains — ancora un po’.
Her paths draw you in.
Cicadas fill the evening air.
A table waits between the trees.
Enough space to settle.
To remain — senza fretta.
While figures linger at the edges.
Il bosco de’ La Pia.
Lei rimane qua.
The rest leaves with you.
An evening shared.
Il bosco di magia.
A simple table.
A place to step out of the world for a while.
Smoke drifts, then gathers.
Another set of skilled hands at the fire.
Others arrive.
Each evening, a different voice.
Hands that know their craft.
Shaped by fire, affinato dalla sensibilità.
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