In the world there are places where time elapses more slowly than some where else; we
believe that in those places a view of a lonely chapel, some meadow scent, an anmistakable warmth of a vineyeard, are enough to
feel, all at once, instants , hours days that we thought lost forever in a deep well of our mind.
There are rare and precious places. But it’s not necessary to look for them all over the world: reach Mongardino’
hills!

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