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Milan, I am coming
I have been thinking about this for days now. Like, literally days. Lying in bed at night, phone in my hand, just scrolling through photos of streets I already know by heart but somehow never get tired of looking at. The Duomo at golden hour. Via Montenapoleone completely empty early in the morning. That specific shade of grey that the Milan sky gets in certain afternoons that I honestly cannot find anywhere else in the world. I know it sounds dramatic. My mom already told me I am being dramati