Anna manages to mingle among people unaware of being the daughter of the green world, to be companion of the Sylphs, dryads, that realm of women that has its roots (literally) in the soil of the earth. Its reality is not something that can physically reach, but a twinning that changes when he takes his brush and cancels the distance between her and the secret world where all people, perhaps, to some extent we belong. Anna more than others, probably. Because without being cloying, trite, predictable, manages to make us perceive the secrets of which she herself does not know the content, but that is unconsciously guardian. It is not easy to grasp all this, because not enough intelligence and the critical assessment, we must let go and forget for a moment its rationality, and replace them with one thought in mind when paying by small trees seem bigger than they can be today we are used to surviving branches. It is not easy, but it is worth. For those not in a hurry, and for those who still believe, is of course.
DCF
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