Sylvi keksii mielessään kaikenlaisia tarinoita ja lauleskelee yksikseen, koska juttukaveria ei ole. Onneksi mielikuvitusta riittää. Hänen päivänsä kuluvat olohuoneen nojatuolissa istuen, josta hän näkee kauniin takapihan vehreine puineen. Hän pitää näkymästä kovin.
Hän on aarre.
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Sylvi is singing and making up stories in her mind, as there is no one to talk to. Fortunately, she has always had a brilliant imagination. Sylvi spends her days at home in her living room, sitting in armchair watching out from the window. She likes the view so much.
Hän on aarre.
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Sylvi is singing and making up stories in her mind, as there is no one to talk to. Fortunately, she has always had a brilliant imagination. Sylvi spends her days at home in her living room, sitting in armchair watching out from the window. She likes the view so much.
She is golden.
