The first day of August. Cool, overcast, 13°C. The air is heavy with moisture, the wind pulling at the trees. Against an old stone wall overgrown with ferns, you feel the rawness of the season — summer reluctant to let go, yet autumn already lurking around the corner. The impressionistic brushstrokes capture that tension: the green still vivid, the stones darkening with rain, the olive and mustard tones holding onto warmth. Raw and honest, as a stormy summer evening should be.
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