Imagine This

In another life, you lived a magical summer, in an old stone farmhouse surrounded by vineyards in Tuscany. Inside the house were Lichtensteins, outside down the highway was Florence: Massacio and Pontormo and Michaelangelo. You got fat on wine and nutella that summer, and you worked as a painter copying Vermeer, really learning to see.
Imagine in three days you will visit that place again! I am out-o-here!