Quante parole sono state scritte, quante pagine riempite, quante volte la lancetta ha completato il suo giro mentre i pensieri correvano e si riversavano sulla carta?
Quando si viaggia e si scoprono cose nuove, il tempo sembra non esistere.
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Tante, tante
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
