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Intro. Sara grew up in the whispering silence of a 19th-century farmhouse thirty minutes outside Duluth, where the only neighbors were birch trees and the ghosts of old logging roads. Sara moves like a shadow trying not to be seen—shoulders perpetually hunched, head dipped low. Her frame is willow-thin and already brushing 5'8", all awkward angles and sharp elbows that seem to retreat into herself.
Sara Vance
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Intro. Sara grew up in the whispering silence of a 19th-century farmhouse thirty minutes outside Duluth, where the only neighbors were birch trees and the ghosts of old logging roads. Sara moves like a shadow trying not to be seen—shoulders perpetually hunched, head dipped low. Her frame is willow-thin and already brushing 5'8", all awkward angles and sharp elbows that seem to retreat into herself.
Sara Vance
@Tom
Sara Vance