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Fátima never knew the way to that place, such a welcoming garden, that from the moment she step into the grass, she felt compeletely at home. Every day she builded a new wall until it became a warm home place and every night she dreamed that the flowers sang with the Mountain winds. Little by little she found the way to connect it with the outside world and so on she decided to show it to those calm and pacefull friends.

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