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Idyllic

She sits on the soft blades of grass, her back pressed gently against the rough bark of the great oak tree. Shadows dance across the ground while the warm sun shines down. She can hear the feint rush of wind through the leaves and she can feel the breeze as it passes through the stray hairs that have fallen from the ribbon. She looks out at the water, it twinkles like thousands of tiny diamonds under the golden haze. It's tranquil and isolated, it's the place she's been longing for; the place where she can be alone but not feel lonely, the place where its quiet but not eerily silent. Birds sing sweet songs and peck at seed left on the ground. Butterflies land on the pink and orange tulips, their wings fluttering gracefully in colourful glory.

Her worn copy of 'Sense and Sensibility' is held in her delicate hands, her light eyes ate trained on the words inked onto the discoloured pages.