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The girl was there, eyes wide open on the world like someone who does not want to miss anything, red cheeks, marked by wind and a few strokes, the subtle pleasure
drawn on his face at the thought of a new story.
When the voice, warm and reassuring began to tell, as if by magic, everything changed size .................

The leaves flew hundreds of English in the fall, red and cold, the house was a white building Victorian, usually well-maintained park, everything in the right place.
Beth and Jim turned the house aimlessly, she with her ridiculous hat with feather, he always dressed like the old tweed jacket.

were looking for something desperately, had promised her and now rummaging in every corner like truffle dogs, without any idea of \u200b\u200bwhere they can find it. Wherever
flowers, lilies, carnations, chrysanthemums and their scent that accompanied the house from room to room, making it an enchanted castle during a treasure hunt.

Beth looked in the bathroom, opened the cupboard .. lipstick hardened by time rolled on the ground, breaking into two pieces.
Jim was in the bathroom, for whatever strange thought had the same idea, basically it was a really unusual place to hide such an object, perhaps because of that, sometimes unlikely path follows the mind, an enigma in the enigma.

The phone rang, half as trivial as possible to request the application of his discovery?

Beth and Jim were in the closet, another old tweed jacket hanging on, even forgotten in pockets .. but no key ... on the other hand were certainly not looking for any key, but the key there ... really then?
.. The little girl thought so.
was a common key on the outside, color, common, common equipment, common dimensions ... but opened a door easy to find.
"A promise is a promise" - Beth said "you can not cheat." The little explorer
wanted the world and there would have accompanied them, with joy and love, uphill and downhill, for better or for worse, these were the conditions, this promise, this in turn implied the expectation children.

continued to try .. and try and try and try, the phone would ring, the ideas ran fast, it was almost evening, the shadows of twilight colored white walls.
They sat down exhausted, abandoned to silence, looking into the void of the room response.
Mirror watched them from enormous living room wall, reflected candles, flowers as a framework.

Then ... a sudden glow, and here it is reflected. Finally! The key
! The key to take the baby! ... then he was right on the small, there was ...
really seemed like any other, but opened the doors of the world and was a way to use his secret:
the door was open to the interior, where there was everything, everything you need, not outward.

The voice spoke again, calm, deep, reassuring the child is relaxed, a sigh and a smile on her face, she had always known, like all children, adults forget
only with time:
"Do not you must see to believe, we must believe to see "..
This was the key to discovering and how to use it one at a time, would open all doors.