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style, Anne_Marie, olive-skinned, wavy black hair escaping a wool headscarf, kneels on damp Pyrenean pine needles, twilight filtering through chestnut leaves. She lifts a mossy log, finds blush-capped níscalos, tucks them into a wicker basket lined with fern fronds, skirt hem heavy with dew. A distant goat bell clangs across the valley; woodsmoke curls from a stone hamlet below.