Placeholder: Intimate Viennese interior, 1913, late afternoon light filtering through tall windows, a single figure seated at a desk, papers loosely arranged, a book left open but unread, dust motes visible in the light, muted warm-grey palette, soft shadows, calm facial expression suggesting intense inward thought, atmosphere of suspension and unchosen possibility, modernist realism, restrained emotion, quiet intellectual intimacy Intimate Viennese interior, 1913, late afternoon light filtering through tall windows, a single figure seated at a desk, papers loosely arranged, a book left open but unread, dust motes visible in the light, muted warm-grey palette, soft shadows, calm facial expression suggesting intense inward thought, atmosphere of suspension and unchosen possibility, modernist realism, restrained emotion, quiet intellectual intimacy

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Intimate Viennese interior, 1913, late afternoon light filtering through tall windows, a single figure seated at a desk, papers loosely arranged, a book left open but unread, dust motes visible in the light, muted warm-grey palette, soft shadows, calm facial expression suggesting intense inward thought, atmosphere of suspension and unchosen possibility, modernist realism, restrained emotion, quiet intellectual intimacy

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