In a static, locked-off vertical frame beside the orchard fence, Old Ivana crouches to touch the dry soil, rubs it between her fingers, then taps a tree trunk with practical certainty. Mila steps closer, listening intently, her expression softening as hope appears. A light evening breeze stirs leaves and lifts dust motes through warm sunset beams. The scene moves with calm wisdom, replacing sup...
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