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At Vodnikov Dom 3 Velo Polje, WW1, Sheila’s surgeon

Vodnikov Dom sits below the cliffs of the north side of Tosc, protected by a little rocky knoll with a few larch trees on it, and just about on the tree line; the window of my room framed a section … Continue reading

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