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When I saw on Friday that James had gone back to Florence for his Weekend Reflections, for a stroll along the Arno, I had but little choice to send another echo flying back. James, I'm sure you will know exactly where each of these was taken from. But no two photos are ever exactly alike, so hoping you, and everyone else out there may enjoy another take on reflections on the Arno in that timeless city of Florence, where one can be tempted to stroll along the river until late into the evening when the sky goes to midnight blue.
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