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She is sitting on a bali of hay facing forward, her knees pulled up with her arms wrapped around them. She wears a partially unbuttoned shirt beneath a blanket draped loosely over her shoulders, the blanket slipping to reveal her neckline, with dark tights on her legs. Her expression is guarded and distant, her eyes fixed toward a stone hearth where flames are catching on kindling. The setting is a rustic barn interior with wooden planks stacked nearby, rough stone walls, and the warm orange glow of a growing fire casting dancing shadows across the hay and her face. Rain streaked windows and dim lantern light fill the background.