Alara sits on a broken stone seat in the Aspendos theater, framed from just above her…

Alara sits on a broken stone seat in the Aspendos theater, framed from just above her head to her sandals and set slightly right of center. A yellow sundress with thin straps is gathered in her left hand, the skirt lifted high on her thighs almost covering her but her naked labia is exposed. Her knees are apart, legs bare, thin elegant brown leather sandals on her feet, toes painted black glossy nailpaint along with fingernails, planted on the next tier down. The cloth shades her labia underneath, only a narrow glimpse in the shadow under the hem. Her other hand rests on the stone beside her. She looks toward the lens with a small closed-mouth smile. Long wavy strawberry-blonde hair falls over one shoulder. Warm light-olive skin. A black bag and a faded denim jacket sit on the stone to her right, not arranged as a pair.

The seat under her is a wide weathered block, lower on the left where a corner has broken away. The step her sandals rest on is narrower and tilts, with a dark gap and a tuft of dry grass at the left end. Rows of pale stone climb behind her, uneven, some blocks cracked and some seats missing, so the lines do not run straight. Her shadow falls hard to the right, across the step and onto the bag.

Above the seats, the arched gallery curves across the top of the frame. The arches on the right are larger and closer, with thick columns and deep shade inside. Toward the left they shrink and the wall steps back, and a strip of blue sky shows only at the upper left with one small cloud. Carved blocks are chipped, and a few columns are shorter than the ones beside them. No readable letters. Harsh midday sun, crisp shadows, saturated yellow against pale stone, candid vertical phone photo.

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