Martha in mad, trippy light....

 ....as the bod beside her did riffs on a fancy 12-stringed guitar....

....as the bod below showed his virtuosity on the
clarinet (riff- a-rama in the foreground)....

....whilst Martha and co. laid out and let go.

 

 Blue strings....

 

 

....lush vocals deep down in the forest.

 Celloist deep in concentration....

....and then Martha stepped to a
piano nearby and had a little tinkle.

 

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