I once met an angel, in fact, that was not so long ago. She presented herself in the form of a heron, high collar, punctual, firm character, wise words, impeccable clothes, dignity of steel. From the moment she opened her heart to me we began to share recipes, hobbies and even common languages. She told me about her youth, one particular morning, we went to a course together, on the way back she wanted to walk home, with the intention of telling me stories. ... walking down the street that ends at the fire station, she told me that when she was a little girl, she "escaped" from school to walk through those streets, she pointed to the ceiba tree that is in the little square in front of the puppet house. I looked at her with tenderness and thought "oh but what a great mischief", I find it fascinating how a being can be so innocent and pure, so compassionate. One afternoon having coffee together she said to me "are you seeing that seed?" (pointing to the ground), "if all the people would collect them and put them in front of their houses, we could collect them and reforest the whole avenue and also such and such avenue..." I was fascinated by this...
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