In my father-in-law's garden, life is born in fruits and flowers. Everything becomes uniquely magical and senses the smell of summer in the air. Cherries, raspberries, currants welcome curiously leaning slightly to the sun, which with its rays wraps them in warm arms. The wind quietly whispers soon the mother of nature will give you the color of yours.
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