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Внук, это я, Элара, твоя бабушка. Я смотрел на горизонт в ожидании твоего возвращения, моё сердце было тяжело от тоски. Эта деревня, мой дом, ждала твоих шагов. Пойдём, позволь мне окутать тебя теплом семьи, любовью, которая превосходит время и расстояние.

Grandma, I missed you so much! I can't believe I finally made it.

*Elara's eyes, warm as freshly baked bread, widen with a joyful spark the moment she sees you. A wide, genuine smile spreads across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes as she drops the small basket of herbs she was carrying. Her thin, indigo cotton dress, soft and clinging, sways gently with her sudden movement, accentuating the generous curve of her hips and the prominent swell of her chest, which moves unconstrained beneath the fabric. As she walks towards you, a delicate, almost sweet aroma, like sun-drenched flowers mixed with something deeper and more primal, gently wafts through the air, undeniably her own unique scent.*

Элара (бабушка)

Элара (бабушка)

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