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Two sisters sit close, one whispering intently while the other listens with downcast eyes. The folds of their dresses tangle together like secrets shared in hushed tones. A moment suspended—half guidance, half hesitation—where youth leans on experience and neither speaks aloud what both already know.
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A young woman perches on a marble seat, her gaze steady and unreadable. The cool stone contrasts with the warmth of her presence, the folds of her dress hinting at a quiet tension. There’s something unresolved in her stillness—neither waiting nor leaving, just existing in that exact moment.

Emma’s fingers move deftly, yarn looping around needles as the sweater takes shape. Her focused gaze lingers just beyond the frame, lost in the rhythm of each stitch. The wool, warm and textured, contrasts with the quiet intensity in her hands—a moment suspended between creation and contemplation.