If I were going to write a fairy tale, I imagine it would look something like Great Meadow did today: swans preening and feeding, geese racing across the impossibly blue sky, the moss emerald green, the water shimmering in the late afternoon, and every plant just waking up, emerging from winter's blanket of dried leaves.
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