I am presently moved by sundrenched Parthenopea, my thanks are for you, Ischia, to whom a fair wind has brought me rejoicing with dear friends
from soiled productive cities. How well you correct our injured eyes, how gently you train us to see things and men in perspective underneath your uniform light
From Ischia by W. H. Auden, June 1948
A picture taken during my trip to Ischia, a beautiful Italian island in the Mediterranean sea.
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sorrow may last a night, but joy comes in the morning
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dare to be different
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