Do you remember when you were a kid? Your mother told you the strangers were dangerous. Your father taught you to work hard and play little. Your brother told you the other candy was tastier.

But then you found out that the stranger is your best ally, that without playing your work’s worth is nothing and that when someone loves you that doesn’t really mean he doesn’t want the best for himself.

The garden of of memories is scattered with Stumps of old beliefs. And one day they’ll make space for new lives to grow.


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