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December 3, 2015, Milan, Italy I love autumn, the autumn is the season of my soul. Mist, atmosphere ... I like autumn mornings shrouded in fog. Are mysterious .... they tell a story, takes you into a world of imaginary. So was the morning when I saw this old man, alone on the street, lost in his thoughts, in the fall of life ..