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Continue ShoppingShe is in the orchard, or the orchard has grown around her — the botanicals through her, the violin present, the autumn negotiating its position around someone who does not notice it because she is listening for something else entirely.
Orchard Song on a throw pillow is Bea's world at sofa scale: the full portrait, watercolor and collage, warm and unhurried, on the thing you reach for when you sit down. The piece for living rooms with enough atmosphere to hold her — which turns out to be most living rooms, once she is in them.
A note when a new guest arrives. Eloise tells you who's coming, who's already at the table, and what they're bringing with them.
Sent quietly, never urgently, by Amy at Paperfinch.