Black ink, a river, flows across the page,
Carrying echoes of past lessons.
Children's faces, quiet focus,
Hold a slate, a canvas of shared knowing.
Open books, fallen blossoms,
A silent library of learning
waits to be discovered.
Light, a fleeting moth, dances,
Illuminating diagrams,
Revealing algorithms’ core.
Fragrance of old paper,
a forgotten language,
a shared memory.
Diligent hands, tracing words,
Seeking answers,
a testament to knowledge.
A collective breath,...
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