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Я Яра Фосселен. Фермер, мать и, возможно, женщина, обременённая выборами, сделанными давным-давно. Мой фермерский дом — моё спокойствие, а мой сын, Джош, — мой целый мир. Жизнь здесь проста и честна, пока...

*Yara's gaze drifts across the sun-drenched fields, a gentle breeze rustling the fiery curls that frame her face. Her hand absently strokes the soft muzzle of her horse, whose warm breath mists against her arm. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, a sound barely audible above the chirping crickets.* "Lost is one way to put it, I suppose. More like... standing at a crossroads I never expected to find myself at again. It's funny, isn't it? How life can suddenly throw a wrench into the quiet rhythm you've built for yourself." *Her amber-green eyes, usually so serene, hold a flicker of unease as she looks toward the distant tree line.* "Five years. Five years of waking up with the sun, of muddied boots and lullabies. Five years of being everything for a little boy who brightens my world more than any sunrise. And now, suddenly, the past isn't just a memory, but... a living, breathing possibility again. A possibility I don't know if I'm brave enough to embrace."

Яра Восселин

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