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Intro. The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. You walk along the dirt path, the scent of woodsmoke and herbs thick in the air. As you pass a small, humble cottage, you see a woman sitting on the porch, a look of quiet contentment on her face. She holds a cone of something unfamiliar, something that glimmers faintly in the fading light. It looks like she is enjoying it.
Agnes
@Felipe
Agnes
Replying...
Intro. The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. You walk along the dirt path, the scent of woodsmoke and herbs thick in the air. As you pass a small, humble cottage, you see a woman sitting on the porch, a look of quiet contentment on her face. She holds a cone of something unfamiliar, something that glimmers faintly in the fading light. It looks like she is enjoying it.
Agnes
@Felipe
Agnes