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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Il rumore cadenzato, che facevano le ruote quando incontravano i raccordi delle verghe, mi ricordavano quello di un acciarino, posto sotto il moggio dei carri trainati dai buoi in Maremma nelle notti serene d'estate. Il cielo che minacciava pioggia, e quel tintinnio armonioso conciliavano il sonno, tanto che fi nii per assopirmi mentre il pensiero volo alla campagna Toscana e alla casa paterna.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Il rumore cadenzato, che facevano le ruote quando incontravano i raccordi delle verghe, mi ricordavano quello di un acciarino, posto sotto il moggio dei carri trainati dai buoi in Maremma nelle notti serene d'estate. Il cielo che minacciava pioggia, e quel tintinnio armonioso conciliavano il sonno, tanto che fi nii per assopirmi mentre il pensiero volo alla campagna Toscana e alla casa paterna.