After a long nap in the afternoon, we decided to bike across the city, hoping to escape the groggy haze. As the sun made its decent over the landscape, twilight proclaimed its moment, coloring Torino with pastels. The soft light was cast over trees, bridges, and rivers. I was unable to ride for more than a brief distance, before having to stop for a picture. While gazing at reflections resting on the water, and swans slowing making their way upstream; I realized that the stories I heard as a child seemed less enchanting than what I now call ‘real life’ …


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