Entre Aspas e Girassóis
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Crônicas e poesias que buscam a felicidade na simplicidade e nos recomeços. Entre, puxe uma cadeira, o chá será servido, se preferir também temos um cafezinho fresquinho. Vamos conversar sobre o pôr do sol , a vista da montanha, os tombos necessários durante a caminhada, e o que surgir num aconchegante bate-papo entre amigos que aspiram no dia a dia o que vale para ser feliz.
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