Her face a stern and graphic mask poised against the urban bustle, this unidentified young woman wearing a smart cloche hat and fur-collared coat stands against a glass shop window, intently gazing toward the street and waiting. Only a few feet beyond her, pedestrians hurry back and forth along the boulevard, yet she remains a pillar of calm and steel, her furrowed brow at once a defense mechanism and an expression of vulnerability. Engrossed in thought, she appears to be entirely unaware of Walker Evans's presence.
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