About the meadow
The meadow is green and pretty with the most beautifulest flowers that bloom and smell so sweet like the way the pine smells when you walk past it and the way the rose smells when you pick it. When you walk down into a meadow you see nothing but flowers and trees and sweet animals that wouldn't hurt a fly. Down in the meadow there is a life that no one has experienced before. What will happen when there isn't a meadow of peace or love or even kindness. What will happen when there is nothing left, what will happen if there is no more to spare. What will happen when there is nothing to see or spare. How can there still be a great life in the meadow that needs to be spared.
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