The meadow is small maybe two acres, but our class of 17 can spread out comfortably all to find our own space. The meadow is actually a "Savanna" as indicated by many signs set around its perimeter. It is mostly filled with tall reed like weed stalks topped with a yellow blossom. In the middle of the Savanna is a half moon of stone benches, and behind this runs a thin path with several benches and sitting places. As I take off my Rainbow sandal I run my right big toe through the grass I can feel its slick damn green skin. Secede bugs buzz above me in the trees. As the wind blows across my face I can hear push its way through the weeds. The class walks around me as they write and under their feet crack twigs as we all find our own spaces. The meadow is clean by natures standards. I can see burned black pieces of wood and logs, I wonder how they got here, or if there was a fire.
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