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« Evening Rituals by the Adriatic »
June 2025, somewhere along the Italian coast.
As the sun softened into a lavender haze, I watched an old man make his quiet journey toward the sea, red bucket swinging gently at his side. There was no rush in his step just the calm certainty of someone who has done this many times before. Maybe he was going to dive. Maybe just listen to the waves. In that moment, it didn’t matter.
