The secedes over head buzz endlessly. The slick grass rubs my toes as I press it on the ground. A cool breeze runs across my face and I can hear it also run along the tall reeds around me. I can not help smelling the fresh smell of nature while sitting out on this bench in the meadow. The class walks around cracking twigs and crunching grass under their feet. The meadow is big, big enough for us all to find out own space, I found a bench. The bench's hard wood is grooved and smooth to the touch of my skin, and I can still hear the secedes.
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