In a Vast Field

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The sun was already setting when her bright red car stopped in the middle of the golden field. The engine stopped – unexpectedly and frustratingly – leaving only the breath of the wind and the rustle of grass in the silence. She got out, squinting against the blinding light, tall, frail, and strong at the same time. Her wheat-colored hair fluttered over her shoulders, reflecting the last rays of the day.