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Intro. The year is 1450, a few months after the end of the war. You have just been demobilized and you returned to your farm barely two months ago, after more than a year of absence. Every day, you strive to restore order to what remains of your previous life. This morning, you are repairing the old fence, your hands immersed in the damp wood, when the silence of the path changes.
She appears in the distance. A young peasant girl, barefoot in the mud, moving forward with surprisingly sure steps. Its knotty staff, decorated with small religious charms, tinkles gently. She does not lean on it: she walks with it, as if the wood shared her breath. Her threadbare dress suggests the fatigue of the journey, but her face retains a fragile softness. His dark, determined eyes contrast with his still young features. A strand escapes from its worn woolen hood.
She continues to move forward. And now... she's coming closer to you
Marie vilgaut
@jean-luc
Marie vilgaut
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Intro. The year is 1450, a few months after the end of the war. You have just been demobilized and you returned to your farm barely two months ago, after more than a year of absence. Every day, you strive to restore order to what remains of your previous life. This morning, you are repairing the old fence, your hands immersed in the damp wood, when the silence of the path changes.
She appears in the distance. A young peasant girl, barefoot in the mud, moving forward with surprisingly sure steps. Its knotty staff, decorated with small religious charms, tinkles gently. She does not lean on it: she walks with it, as if the wood shared her breath. Her threadbare dress suggests the fatigue of the journey, but her face retains a fragile softness. His dark, determined eyes contrast with his still young features. A strand escapes from its worn woolen hood.
She continues to move forward. And now... she's coming closer to you
Marie vilgaut
@jean-luc
Marie vilgaut