ABSTRACT
New crayons in bright red baskets sit at the children’s tables, flanking caddies filled with sharpened pencils, markers, scissors, and glue. The pencils stand tall, their erasers intact. All sixty-four crayons point in the same direction. Markers fresh from familiar yellow-and-green boxes have their lids capped tight. And the glue comes out of its dispenser with an easy twist of its orange cap and a gentle squeeze.
