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Illustration of two women beside a forest stream, one reclining under a gnarled tree, rendered in ink and soft watercolor.

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…dans ce bois ou si souvent nous avions coutume, vous et moi, de nous coucher sur un lit de tendres primevères en vidant nos coeurs de leurs doux secrets, Arthur Rackham (1909). Via artnap.com

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A pen and ink illustration with soft watercolor tinting shows two young women in a forest clearing beside a shallow stream. One reclines on a red cloth beneath a gnarled tree trunk while the other kneels among stones at the water's edge. This print by Arthur Rackham is dated 1909 and carries the title "…dans ce bois ou si souvent nous avions coutume, vous et moi, de nous coucher sur un lit de tendres primevères en vidant nos coeurs de leurs doux secrets."