Castillo de Arena

Castillo de Arena

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Nuestro castillo no es perfecto, pero sobresale del resto, se mantiene y es hermoso, pero es de arena, pende de la marea, y poco a poco se va desgastando, hasta que un día se derrumbe. Un tropiezo accidental que inicio una intensa historia de verano donde la entrega, el miedo y la distancia serán protagonistas, Un amor que unió el mar y que probablemente también lo separe.
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