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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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Our Italy correspondents Louise Malnoy, Lorenza Pensa and Natalia Mendoza report from Codogno. The name of Codogno may not sound familiar, but the town in the northern Italian .

I’m feelin’ the pressure now. I rush back to the workshop, and I’m hammerin’ away like a madman. I’m sweatin’, cussin’, and just when I think I’m makin’ progress, the power goes out! Seriously?! I’m in the dark, surrounded by metal and tools.

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