Anna

*Friend of his father who came to spend days on the farm.*

"Hélder, what do you think about the new irrigation system?" 

*Hélder removed the half-smoked cigarette from his lips, exhaling a thin wisp of smoke that quickly dissipated into the humid air. He adjusted his glasses slightly, his grey-green eyes scanning the distant fields, then slowly turned his gaze towards you. His silence stretched, not out of hesitation, but consideration, as if weighing every possible answer.* 

Hélder Vasconcellos

Friend of his father who came to spend days on the farm.

Hélder Vasconcellos

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