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From inside Granny Weatherwax's dark stone cottage, look through the open door toward a small cluster of straw beehives in afternoon sun. Granny lies perfectly still on a narrow settle just inside the doorway, in a plain black dress, her lined face relaxed beneath the brim of her hat. On her chest rests a rough handwritten card reading "I ATE'NT DEAD". One bee in crisp focus crosses the edge of the card; beyond it the moving swarm catches the sun over the hives. Contrast charcoal interior shadows with white clover and hot garden gold. Use dry brush on the timber and plaster, and let the unmoving figure and the warm, busy flight carry the strangeness.