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“We film in the afternoon,” she said. “When the light slants through the bedroom windows. It makes everything soft.”

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching a bee work a zucchini flower. No performance. Just the quiet fact of her body, the way her ribs moved with each breath. abby winters tour

“You can look around,” she added. “But don’t try to make it pretty. It already is.” “We film in the afternoon,” she said