Sir John Everett Millais: try to look like you are drounding. Ophelia:I just saw a leach that long

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In the marsh, where the water was a whisper and the reeds stood like silent sentinels, Sir John Everett Millais set up his canvas. The sun was a gentle guardian, casting a soft glow over the scene. Lizzie Siddal sat in the water, her dress a pale shimmer, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild mischief.

“Alright, Lizzie,” Millais said, dipping his brush, “let’s get that serene look, like you’re about to drift away into the water.”

Lizzie gave a small, knowing smile, then held her fingers apart. “Serene, you say? I just saw a leech this long!”

He chuckled, the sound blending with the gentle hum of the marsh. “Well, let’s not let the leeches steal the show. Just relax and let the water cradle you.”

She nodded, her gaze softening, and for a moment, the marsh seemed to hold its breath. There was no grand conclusion, just a shared moment between two artists in the quiet of nature, each lost in their own world.