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30/06/2002
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Entroncamento
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Grandma used to talk with the plants from the backyard and the garden while she watered them. She said that like this they grew happy and green.
She used to hold the old watering can, filled it in the well, and in the end of the afternoon she hummed while she watered them.
I don?t know if she was right or no, but the furze-field outside tells me that it misses grandma?s songs and the attention she used to gave it. |
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