Two hands cradle a single ripe peach lifted from a woven basket, the fuzz catching warm light, skin blushed gold and rose. Bare forearms, a soft shadow beneath. The small reverence of choosing perfect fruit.
Two hands cradle a single ripe peach lifted from a woven basket, the fuzz catching warm light, skin blushed gold and rose. Bare forearms, a soft shadow beneath. The small reverence of choosing perfect fruit.
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