The window light and the chin pressing down on her hands shape her face differently. The milk looks bright and cold, fresh from the front door - step; that the milk tops have not been pecked by blue tits should show it is summer, but that day there was a cat around. It is winter. There is a tiredness on her face, and a hint of sadness too. Mourning for a pet, or staying up to watch the late night film.
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