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In the horse drawn cart, she a beautiful 30 year old woman was carted and fixed in a new place. She let herself be conscripted - into mills; where she stayed defending her long working days. She forgot her wild roots - the earth song. She becomes one with the drum song of the loom. Inside the mills of mankind trembling to the song of the loom, long darkening, dwindling days.
A young woman with windswept blonde hair sits on a rustic wooden horse cart, her hands clasped. She is wearing a dark blue long-sleeved dress with a light beige apron covering her lap. Her gaze is solemn as she looks directly at the viewer. The cart is positioned on a wet, cobblestone street, with scattered autumn leaves and small pebbles. In the foreground on the left, a brick building with a dark-framed window is partially visible. The background reveals a gritty, industrial-era cityscape under a cloudy, overcast sky. Tall brick smokestacks spew dark smoke into the air, and rows of old, weathered brick buildings line the street, some with green doors and visible chimneys on their roofs. A blurred brown horse and harness are partially visible on the right, suggesting it is pulling the cart.
