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It had been years since she last visited the farm, and it certainly had seen better days. At least, compared with what she recalled from her childhood, but memory tends to be tricky. As she wanders through the old house, she can’t help but notice its state of disrepair. The old wooden floor creaks and groans while she walks up and down the stairs. She reflects on the emptiness of the rooms; once filled with furniture and laughter, now just shells of what it used to be.

After leaving the city life behind, Margarita returns to a place that holds a dear place in her heart, only to find it lacking of what made it so special. Through spring, summer, fall and winter, she falls and stumbles through rural life, yet there's always a certain someone who can patch her up and maybe, just mabye, bring back the warmth that's missing from her heart.