El arte de conocernos
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Tras una traición que destroza su corazón, Isdis deja Londres junto a sus padres rumbo a Dublín. Su padre ha aceptado una oferta de trabajo, y ella, siguiendo los pasos de su madre, una talentosa artista irlandesa, comenzará a estudiar arte en la misma universidad donde su madre una vez estudió .
Entre calles llenas de historia y la promesa de un nuevo comienzo, Isdis se sumerge en el mundo del arte, dejando atrás su pasado. Pero lo que no esperaba era cruzarse con un joven músico que, con su voz y su guitarra, podría despertar en ella sentimientos que creía perdidos.
Lo que Isdis no imagina es que su historia con él no empieza aquí... sino mucho antes. Solo que ella no lo recuerda.
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