Placeholder: Fiona's always honing her skills whether by sea or in the city. So it's no surprise to find her in the gym after our last shoot, putting her lean limbs through their paces. The weights are flying as I sneak glances through my viewfinder. Sweat beads her braided brow but those forest-bright eyes stay sharp as flint. Each rep's a dance in its own right, muscles sculpted from a life lived close to bone. You can take the girl from the wildwood but never the wildwood from the girl! Some may find her Fiona's always honing her skills whether by sea or in the city. So it's no surprise to find her in the gym after our last shoot, putting her lean limbs through their paces. The weights are flying as I sneak glances through my viewfinder. Sweat beads her braided brow but those forest-bright eyes stay sharp as flint. Each rep's a dance in its own right, muscles sculpted from a life lived close to bone. You can take the girl from the wildwood but never the wildwood from the girl! Some may find her

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Fiona's always honing her skills whether by sea or in the city. So it's no surprise to find her in the gym after our last shoot, putting her lean limbs through their paces. The weights are flying as I sneak glances through my viewfinder. Sweat beads her braided brow but those forest-bright eyes stay sharp as flint. Each rep's a dance in its own right, muscles sculpted from a life lived close to bone. You can take the girl from the wildwood but never the wildwood from the girl! Some may find her

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SSD-1B

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