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There is a big promenade in my forest. The trees on both sides seem to shine with the green of optimism. And the blue sky over them is as close as if it is trying to make you tickle behind your ears. The forest smells fresh. On romance. On adventures. On rooted knees. On balloons. Laughing. Fortunately. On a sizzling spring. Behind every tree can be shown Alice's rabbit and lead me into my hollow. Or to see the bulging belly of a bear who loves honey ...