We live somewhere else. On this little island where Ikarus fell to the sea when his wax wings melted. 

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      Our house is up on a mountain, looking out at that wine-dark thalassa.
      We grow vegetables, and olives, and almonds, and fruit, and talk quietly with our neighbors, laugh with friends, and celebrate all night at village parties with wine and dance and food.

 
 

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