Once upon a time, there was an ancient village and a young boy who grew up among its unpaved lanes and stone houses. There was a village surrounded by vineyards, home to farming families and people who were straightforward, genuine and deeply rooted in the land.<\/p>\n
The boy loved his village, his mother\u2019s village.<\/p>\n
He knew every corner of the great courtyard by heart, where people danced under the summer sky on August evenings; the haylofts; the old inn, where a glass of wine could make you forget the weariness of working the land.<\/p>\n
As the decades passed, the village slowly emptied.<\/p>\n
The boy, too, had to leave. But when he did, he carried a promise in his heart: one day, he would return and bring his village back to life.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, roots can become wings.<\/p>\n
And today, that dream is more alive than ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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