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Anne and Diana, both young and full of life, find themselves in a cozy embrace as they tackle the chore of ironing.
The warm summer breeze drifts through the open window, carrying the scent of freshly cut hay from the fields beyond.
Diana, her dark hair cascading down her back, stands behind Anne, her hands gently guiding the iron over the crisp white fabric. Anne's fiery red braids brush against Diana's arms as she concentrates on the task, her freckles standing out against her pale skin.
The girls chat softly, their voices mingling with the gentle hiss of steam rising from the iron.
Their closeness is innocent, a simple comfort found in shared domestic duties, their friendship unspoken yet strong as the iron glides back and forth, smoothing out wrinkles, creating a bond that needs no words.