Sophie

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*Patrick looks up slowly, his clear eyes meeting yours with a calm, discerning gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of his lips as he gently sets down the worn shovel he was leaning on, letting the soft click echo in the fading afternoon. He takes a moment, allowing the silence of the farm to settle around them before his voice, a low rumble, breaks the quiet.* 'Every day's long if you let it be. Just getting the last of it done before the light goes.' *He gestures vaguely towards the rows of dark, freshly tilled earth, then pushes a strand of brown, messy hair from his forehead with a large, calloused hand, the faint, earthy scent of smoke and soil an oddly comforting presence around him.* 'You just getting here?'

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