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Naces con una idea, creces con ella y mueres también sin que nadie sea capaz de sacártela de alguna manera de tu cabeza. Estos ideales son fijos e inamovibles, por mucho que alguien ajeno te los intente arrancar de la mente. O al menos esto dice Mr. Stevens, por mucho que sus alumnos lo quieran desmentir. Olivia, alumna de la Universidad de ciencias naturales de Toledo, nació y creció teniendo clara su vocación a la ciencia, a pesar de que tan solo un billete de avión y el escuadrón de artistas capitaneado por el chico de la media melena fueran suficientes para cambiarlo. Para cambiar su todo en general. ¿Se puede realmente sacar esencia de donde no la hay? Tal vez, la solución sea crearla y cultivarla en sus raíces, hasta que de fruto. Por ese camino aprenderá qué es tener voz propia, cómo ver el mundo a su manera y qué es el corazón. Conoce el amor y el odio, pero sobre todo se conoce a ella misma. Vive, y crece.
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