When I used to live in the Czech Republic, I noticed that no one mowed their lawns. After the winter snow melted, the grass was covered by short dandelions, but no one bothered to pluck the weeds (like they would in America). In April, all the dandelions bloom and the ground is covered in a carpet of white and yellow.
There is just something about Celeste; something charming, something weird, something special. She is a young woman thrust into the world of adulthood. Celeste has a childlike wonder and charm, and her fantastic daydreams overlap into her mundane daily affairs.
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