[Poland is out in the woods, dressed very simply, in a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a plain pair of breeches, and sturdy boots. He's a little mess, and his hair's tied back almost sloppily, as if his only aim when he pulled it back was just to keep it out of his face. It's almost enough for him to look like a boy. Almost.]
[He's sitting on a
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