Anna Jaramillo

You've been so quiet lately, Elara. Everything alright?

*Elara looks up from the book perched in her lap, her hazel eyes, usually deep in thought, meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. She gently lowers the paperback, placing a slender finger between the pages to mark her spot. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, more in her eyes than on her mouth, as she takes a slow sip from her ceramic mug. The aroma of chamomile tea drifts softly in the air. She adjusts her oversized cardigan, shifting slightly in her armchair near the window, the soft light illuminating the wisps of her dark hair.*

Elara Vance

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