I remember what started it all, going to the little general shop in the piazza, and returning with a beautiful treasure. It was a bright red tin with an alpine scene on it, full of colored pencils. I hadn’t the faintest idea what I was going to do with it, but I thought it was so pretty. I didn’t end up using them much, but somehow, I still vividly remember them, as if they filed themselves away in me, for later.
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