Peter liked to hide, loved watching with its big silver eyes all around him, like a spectator of other people's lives. Perhaps this was one of the few things that could make him forgethis existence devoid of sweetness: despite being covered with brightly colored candies, despite his nostrils were flooded by the scent of sugar, his life was still too bitter. But there was something that helped him to believe in the beauty of life: and they were not the candy, or sunset, or the sound of his violin. What he loved more than anything else, it was the scent of the girl of the cherries. The lovely scent of a girl with velvety cheeks like peaches. Between an opal with a strong glow, fairies without wings, yellowish pages from books, candies vanilla and a sadmelody, the story tells of Vanille, the girl who was selling cherry jam, and her dreams to save.
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