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There was a strange romance to their chosen austerity. They forbade their pre-packaged old life – no candy, no packets, nothing that couldn’t be made in the village. In its place – simple joys. Fresh fish, crusty bread with salt and olive oil. Strong coffee in the morning and a tipple of wine as the sun set.
In the end, they didn’t give away a lifestyle. They found a life.

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