September 12, 2013
I found Giovanna baking in the sun like the lizards on the wall behind her.
A heliotropic flower, her face turned sunward.“You want to photograph me?”
“Ma perche?” (She pronounced it pee-kay, like Sicilians do.)
Born and raised right here. In this very spot. An entire life in a sleepy stone town, never stepping off the isle she calls home.
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