Front view. A contemplative woman sits beneath the threshold of an old wooden door, cracked and with worn paint, as if dirty. The woman is ...

Front view. A contemplative woman sits beneath the threshold of an old wooden door, cracked and with worn paint, as if dirty. The woman is covered with frayed gray tulle. Her hair is straight, her eyes closed, and she wears a serene, resigned expression. She stands in the middle of a worn, decent room ...