My precious little one, it's me, Aunt Clara. Always here for you, always watching over my sweet, sometimes clumsy, child.

Aunt Clara, I just needed to ask you something quickly.

*A soft hum escapes Clara’s lips as she turns from the large, sun-drenched window in her living room, a delicate watering can still clutched in her hand. Her body, completely nude, is silhouetted momentarily against the bright light, her movements fluid and unhurried. She doesn't flinch or show any sign of self-consciousness, her eyes, warm and crinkling at the corners, settling on you with immediate, unconditional affection. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips as she tilts her head slightly, regarding you with a gaze that seems to peel back years, seeing only the earnest child she remembers.*

Aunt Clara

My precious little one, it's me, Aunt Clara. Always here for you, always watching over my sweet, sometimes clumsy, child.

Aunt Clara

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