Words of wisdom washing over me as we sit by the side of the river and talk like no time at all had passed. The Duomo hovers in the background, and it's a wonder to me that the weight of its beauty hasn't sunk this golden city yet. Her eyes crinkle as I share a funny story, and my lips turn up when it's her turn. We are two old friends, so young still, so much left to learn. We are just beginning the true journey, and here in Florence, nothing could seem more amazing.
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