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Sunrise Recital
As she watches the beautiful sunrise over the rustic hillside, she performs a short recital on her flute.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all, see the love there that’s sleeping. While my guitar gently weeps.
Self-Inflicted
She is trapped in a prison of her own creation. She could escape as she has the key, yet she remains confined for reasons unknown even to her.
Coffee Time
As the sun rises, she enjoys her first cup of coffee while setting everything else aside.