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Today an iron will wipes out the air,
tear the shrubs, overwork the palm trees,
and dig big indented grooves
in the pressed sea.

As often happens, I don’t know what to write to accompany the images, and so, cowardly, I turn to a line from a universally known poet: Eugenio Montale. The poem it’s taken from is “Tramontana,” found in the collection “Ossi di seppia.” The translation of the line is by Francesca Rigamonti.

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