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<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a roadside fruit vendor standing beside his wooden cart filled with baskets of overripe peaches and bruised apples, his apron is stained with juice and his sun-weathered hands rest on the handle of an old scale, behind him a faded sign with barely legible hand-painted letters advertises fresh produce though the paint is chipped and peeling, the road beside him stretches empty under the late afternoon sun the hum of passing cars blending with the rustling leaves of nearby trees, his gaze is patient and knowing as if he has seen the seasons come and go too many times to count