What is that lady doing
Lying on the grass
By the stream
The stream that burbles and flows over the uneven unsteady rocks; stones that later she would sit upon, bare feet in the water, her picture being taken, photographed laid bare beneath the arched-back stone bridge.
How did she get there
What is her name
Who is she with
There with he who luxuriates and lays in the dappled sunlight, before a scramble up the hillside, to pick the just-on ripe bilberries, a thirst for the first of she the city country girl.
Where is she going
She called goodbye to the children
And waved
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