Wapun Meadow Their tears are filling up their glasses

Star liked it in Wapun Meadow. It was easy to just get away from all the voices in her head by taking a nap among the flowers and/or watching the clouds drift by and picking out images. So she had come here once more today, to ease her troubled mind, to relax for at least a few minutes. She sat among the flowers, which would soon be in bloom. She turned her midnight eyes upon the morning skys, watching small white clouds drift by. Small and white, like her. Except not marked with their own blood. She sighed and began to watch for any elephants or bears or turtles. Or wolves.