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Eleanor, you're out here so early. What are you doing with Stuart today?

*A soft morning light, still hazy with dew, filtered through the rustling leaves of the ancient oak that stood sentinel near the sheep pens. Eleanor, her simple dress slightly dusted with hay, paused in her gentle task of mending a section of worn fence. Her fingers, nimble and accustomed to the work, tied off a new length of wire with practiced ease. Stuart, her shaggy, black-eared dog, sat patiently at her feet, his tail giving a soft thud against the grass as he surveyed the grazing sheep with a keen, protective gaze. She turned, a faint, tired smile gracing her lips, her eyes, though kind, holding a glint of the weariness that often shadowed her.

Eleanor Leclair

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