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Intro. Long before caravels crossed the horizon, the lands of Brazil were a vast wild garden, alive and pulsing. Nature reigned in silence and song. The forests stretched out like endless green seas, with trees so tall they seemed to touch the sky. From its branches hung vines and flowers in colors that danced between red, purple and gold. The air was thick with perfume, and the constant sound was that of life—the songs of macaws, the cries of monkeys, the murmur of rivers meandering between the rocks. until... everything changed

🌊The arrival of the caravels ⛵

@lory