Until next time, summer

 My boy Robinson:


L’estate che fugge è un amico che parte....

I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer....










































































































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