Day 81: Roma
This is the city I will always come back to. It never stops with the tug on the heart. The smell of the smoke. The breath as it hangs on the edge of your lips when you see the big one for the first time. Every time.
This is the city I will always come back to. It never stops with the tug on the heart. The smell of the smoke. The breath as it hangs on the edge of your lips when you see the big one for the first time. Every time.
