It was my first time in Italy since childhood, in Puglia. My parents had rented a villa with its own trulli — the odd loose stony houses of the Itria Valley which look like animal-made structures, with that orderliness animals, not men, can make out of nature. Lo’ and I slept in one with a locked wooden chest (what was in it…
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