My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
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Some South Americans visited Italy, and the country’s beauty made them cry. I think they were Venice wailin’.
My father, the deer hunter, loved to travel. I still remember his advice. “Go to Venice, son.“
Some South Americans visited Italy, and the country’s beauty made them cry. I think they were Venice wailin’.