resting against the spreading bows of a tree
a young woman plucks languidly at a six-string lute
a faraway look in her eyes as the notes chime
beside her a demure maiden with flowers in her hair
reclines on a fallen tree
her dispassionate gaze falling on her musical score
beyond the two figures
a gentle stream meanders through a rolling bucolic landscape
a path leads invitingly across a stone bridge
winding gently away
over the lush green hillside
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