The Green School
November 11th 2010 There are no walls. No bells. There isn't a cafeteria or Sysco-provided sustenance. There are no halls, lockers, or tiled floors. No windows leading out to concrete and traffic. No tired faces and distant gazes. No bottled passion or diminished expression. There are no rooms. Nothing at all to confine the imagination.
There is a mud pit. And a river. There is a hydro-vortex generator.
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