In Casteggio, Italy, the sun is as present as it has been for millennia.
You never need to search for the source that embraces you.
Often, however, it is as though the sun isn’t even there – and it doesn’t need to be.
Your warmth and stillness come from inside – a willingness to believe in what you cannot see.
It replenishes.
You can’t photograph your belief.
You can’t bottle it.
Yet you can take it home.
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