Bari, gateway to the Eastern sea, sings with the wind so joyfully. Streets made of stone, the smell of ____, olive trees whisper above your head. In the old town, through narrow lanes, echo the songs and ancient refrains. Where morning bows to the rising ____, Saint Nicholas ____ everyone. From distant Myra he came ashore, and in his crypt, the people saw peace, miracles, and blessings bright, with faith that glows like candlelight. Chie

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