Dante’s Beach, Ravenna
The other morning, my wife Carla was driving home after the school run in her battered old Renault Trafic people-carrier when through the fog she saw what looked like a wolf. It was ambling across the fields, which were covered in white ice.
The wolf was only about 50 metres away, so she pulled over and took a picture, which she texted to the local dog rescue centre.
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