🟨⬛⬛🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟨⬛⬛🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛🟨⬛🟨
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Buon Natale 🎄
⬛⬛🟨⬛🟨
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Buon Natale 🎄
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟨🟩🟨
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟨🟩🟨
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛🟨🟨🟩⬛
⬛🟩🟩🟩⬛
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Va be’…
⬛🟨🟨🟩⬛
⬛🟩🟩🟩⬛
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Va be’…
⬛🟨🟨⬛⬛
🟨🟨⬛⬛🟨
⬛🟩🟨🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Ci accontentiamo
⬛🟨🟨⬛⬛
🟨🟨⬛⬛🟨
⬛🟩🟨🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Ci accontentiamo
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩🟨🟩🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩🟨🟩🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟩
🟩⬛🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟩
🟩⬛🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨🟨⬛⬛
🟨🟨🟨⬛🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Ci ho messo troppo
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨🟨⬛⬛
🟨🟨🟨⬛🟨
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Ci ho messo troppo
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟨🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Insomma…
🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟨🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛🟩🟩
⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
Insomma…
⬛⬛🟩⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟩🟩⬛
🟨⬛🟩🟩⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
accidenti
⬛⬛🟩⬛⬛
⬛⬛🟩🟩⬛
🟨⬛🟩🟩⬛
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
accidenti
⬛🟩⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩⬛⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛🟩⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩⬛⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛⬛🟨🟩
⬛⬛🟨🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛⬛🟨🟩
⬛⬛🟨🟨🟩
🟩🟩🟨⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛🟩⬛⬛
⬛🟨🟩🟨⬛
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩ciao
⬛⬛🟩⬛⬛
⬛🟨🟩🟨⬛
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩ciao
🟨⬛⬛⬛🟨
🟨🟨⬛⬛🟩
🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
🟨⬛⬛⬛🟨
🟨🟨⬛⬛🟩
🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛⬛🟨⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩però
⬛⬛🟨⬛⬛
⬛🟩⬛⬛🟩
⬛🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩però
⬛🟨⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟨
⬛⬛🟨🟨🟩
🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩ciao
⬛🟨⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟨
⬛⬛🟨🟨🟩
🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩ciao
⬛🟨⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟨
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
⬛🟨⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬛🟨
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩⬛🟩
🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩
The others nodded, knowing it wasn’t just the wine or the food, but the moment itself, suspended between the road traveled and the one yet to be discovered.
The others nodded, knowing it wasn’t just the wine or the food, but the moment itself, suspended between the road traveled and the one yet to be discovered.