A worn, tattered scarecrow stands tall in a desolate field, its straw-stuffed body swaying gently in the breeze. A sleek black crow perches on its shoulder, pecking at the rough fabric with its sharp beak, as if searching for sustenance. The sun casts long shadows across the dry earth, highlighting the textures of the scarecrow's worn clothing and the crow's glossy feathers.

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