But in the meadow all around the sacred place was a city of winged tents.
Glaucon pointed to a little wooden shed lying in the meadow.
Imagine a meadow at the mouth of this stream, and on the meadow a single white dot.
In the evening they encamped in a meadow, surrounded with wood.
Presently she set off across the meadow, directly towards him.
One evening she met him ...