Sunday afternoon in the villa, golden hour, cactus and rose ready to be planted. Fuchsia out of sight. I came back to the villa just before midnight.

Something broke in me when I watched Hamnet in January. For context, I was already feeling fragile and foolishly booked it for a solo artist’s date.

When I went to sleep on New Year’s Eve, I dreamt I was lying back to back with the girl who started the year. She who brought in the early hours of 2025…

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On my final night in Liguria, I went for dinner at Il Sogno with my landlady . Her family work at the restaurant, and tonight was Artichoke Night…