Since scorching temperatures reached Sweden, Ingmar Karlsson’s garden has been dying. The lawns have turned brown and the Eden roses fade a little more every day, while their owner fights for their survival. Until recently, Ingmar, a retired director, had no use for these flowers. They were there, just like “many other things, like a set”. Like the Little Prince, Ingmar was rich with one of them, unique: Inger, his late wife. It is in her memory that he decides to watch over his precious rose bushes.
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