I had always dreamed of a garden. A garden full of flowers in colors of pink, blue and purple, maybe even yellow. In real life my empty flower pots stare at the busy street of Brussels, waiting for their new inhabitants to be forgotten and die from thirst. My dream will probably never come true, but I still love gardens.
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