Local Market of     Agliano Terme (AT)

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Winter, cold, fog...

 

Another day outdoors, the umpteenth, which begins even before sunrise, in a deserted and muffled square.

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The usual repetitive gestures of a life made up of sacrifices and sometimes miserable earnings but it's our life, our work and we must go, always and in any case.

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And the day always begins with "Her", who punctually arrives first every week, almost shyly to visit you.

A few words, a few things in the bag and a small gesture of courtesy from you, almost a thanks to her perseverance too ...

...and a "see you next time".

Week after week...

month after month...year after year.

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