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

Nothing posed. Nothing hidden.

“This is where we start,” she said, pushing the screen door open. It whined softly. abby winters tour

Just the tour. Just the afternoon.

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. “We film in the afternoon,” she said

The tomato plants were overgrown, tangled with basil and mint. A green hose lay coiled like a sleeping snake. She picked a small strawberry, blew dust off it, and ate it in one bite. “We film in the afternoon

“And here’s the garden,” Abby said, stepping out back.