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She wanted to live in an old villa or a cottage by the sea ramshackle with cool slate flagstones covered in moss that cupped her feet like queens and grapevines trailing like brides down to the water where she would sit and paint the red boats and the warm slant of sun that toyed with the long morning and filled it with conversation. She wanted to beckon the afternoon and gather it in her lap rocking in a bentwood chair under a trellis that grew ivy green like the madness of untamed summer where she could write memoirs, scandals of lovers and too many trysts that would raise eyebrows and she would sip Limoncello whi