Sandro, my father's friend, took for a trip into the montains on Monday. I've practically known this man my entire life, as he flew out from Italy especially for my baptism back in 1988. He's a great man, and even though our conversation remains broken and involves a lot of hand movements, we get on incredibly well. Monday was a day that I will never forget. This is a small lake that we came across up in the mountains.
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