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Ti volio bene – an Italian lesson

I grew up with a singing mother. Not so that she was constantly warbling, flitting hither and dither, but she liked to sing, and in particular she liked to listen to and sing along with Italian artists – more specifically San Remo winners. Why this love affair with Italy, one wonders, and I suppose the …

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