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“Avignone era esattamente come la ricordava, piena di fa-scino, discreta e raffinata. Il palazzo dei papi, dalle mura massicce, continuava a levarle il fiato per la sua imponenza, le torri dai tetti appuntiti, le merlature del mastio. Cail condusse Elena ai giardinı Fiori, piante e cigni. Un numero incredibile di cigni galleggiava placidamente nei corsi d'acqua che attraversavano la vegetazione.”

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Book:Il profumo sa chi sei

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