Before the woman steps from the dusky shade of the forest canopy, I know she's from these parts. Her clothing is like mine, western, expensive - but her skin is of this region as are her facial features. Her skin is the hue of dark roast coffee beans, smoothly falling over a bone symmetry money can't buy. Her black hair is pulled back to a low pony tail to accommodate her ranger hat...
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