A lone pine tree stands at the base of the piste. I notice there is a bare space, free of snow at the roots. A perfect seat for a weary traveller. I lay on my hand, ask the tree if I can sit. The tree tells me this is the reason the space is there.
I'm a mother, teacher and learner living with my family in a small town in the North-West of Italy. My heart used to belong to the South Coast of England but these days things have changed.....
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