No clouds on the horizon, the sharp silhouette of the ancient villa stroke with the celestial sky. He might have seen those columns, arches, white marbles countless times, but only on that day he realized the beauty they enshrined. Turning back to her, who was approaching to him beaming, he realized that he was alive, again. 

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