Tuesday, 1 December 2009

The 23rd Leaf: Fabio, Milano

I was drawing, I think, when Fabio came into the room to see what we were doing.
I was doing a kind of art evening class in Milan with a small bunch of people I never saw in all my life.
I think it was winter. I'm not sure. But I remember that it was cold on the bike.

I don't know very much about Fabio because I left quite soon after we met and we haven't seen for so long.

And for sure he does not know much about me either.

But with his leaves from the vineyard he's used to go to since he was little he gave me a part of his memories and a chance to get to know him a wee bit more.

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