We arrived at the countryside studio, and I instantly felt that our story wouldn’t be contained by its four walls.
We stepped out into the garden beds, gathered sun-warmed hay, rested among the cabbage leaves, tasted fresh apples, and washed linens as if the day itself invited us to slow down.
And as if in return, the weather rewarded us — we had timed everything so delicately that the sunset unveiled its most tender light.
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