Aspen Summer

Sunlight flickered through the aspen leaves overhead

Casting ever-changing shadows of lace on her skin

Cross-legged

In a soft yellow dress

She strummed six strings

That summer the outdoors was our school

The forest our classroom

The trees our teachers

And her

My education

Sunlight caresses a forgotten window

Casting dust-filled beams on a weathered table

A quiet room

With a view of a quiet forest.

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