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“Her papa called her 'chiacchere' because he said she chattered away all day, just like a magpie. He had all sorts of funny names for her: 'fiorellina', my little flower; 'abelie', which meant honeysuckle; and 'topolina', my sweet little mouse. Margherita's mother only called her 'piccolina', my little one, or 'mia cara Margherita,' my darling daisy.”

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Bitter Greens

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Kate Forsyth
Kate Forsyth

Kate Forsyth is an Australian author renowned for her fantasy and mystery novels. Born in 1966, she has a lifelong interest in mythology and folk tales. Forsyth's works often blend historical and fictional elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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