Nonfiction | March 01, 1999
A Fish Tale
Helen Barolini
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It was a long time ago, just a few years after the end of World War II, and there I was, a bride in the mist-wrapped, sodden-aired, graying and bombed-out Vicenza in the north of Italy.
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