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They say it’s easy to fall in love with Florence, but when you’re passing the Ponte Vecchio under a thin crescent moon floating in a sky of rainbow colors, you’ll fall in love with more than a city. Amid such beauty and peace and timelessness, your heart will sing of life itself. Who knows what grandeur the morrow will bring? It’s a gift the watcher keeps for you, patiently waiting.

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