Blasé

See how blasé this superb young woman is as she stops to have her boots kissed by her local, down-in-the-dirt humble head on a bitterly cold and snowy evening. And it’s good to see that she is wearing plenty of layers and is thus well wrapped up against the cold – unlike the slave. Still, maybe that shiner over his right eye will help to keep his face warm!













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