A little story I wrote from a photo I took in the old cobblestone streets on Italy!
It’s a dreary day in the village, the sun hides behind the clouds and the sky promises rain.
The streets are bustle with people, young and old move through the cobble roads.
At siesta the streets will be eerily still, and tranquillity will move over the town.
The two old women walk side by side they are not slow moving, they set pace with much to do.
Their village is not as small as it once was and they are still astounded by all the new faces that stride through what they call ‘their streets’ and they have good authority to label these narrow streets their own, they have been here long before they.
They were here the day the advancing army took the town under siege. They fought through the war…
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