Meadowlark Prairie Tsukareta

for once tamar did not toil.

she had come here for freedom. she danced in the meadow with a carefree mien that she never showed in the mesa.

and she did not stop to think that she might be watched. tamar remembered the steps of the sand, leaping and twirling until she could no longer. she collapsed, panting.

it was then that the maidservant saw she was not alone.