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Charcoal drawing, Ura the hooded.

He met her early morning when no one was around. She stood by the fireplace to warm herself and he approached to speak. They spoke, and he felt captivated by this foreign woman and her outlandish garbs. Long after he had left the town again she still sat in his mind until finally, he had to try and draw the woman he had seen. Ura, a name he would remember.

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