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One tree, heavy with frost, stands alone.
Its shadow pulls long across the field, sharp and quiet.
Blue sky deep, sun bursting clean — no haze, no cloud.
Mountains sleep in the distance, soft under snow.
It’s not dramatic. It’s just right.
Luca sees the moment clearly — no fuss, just light and space.
A winter morning, simple and true.