What the Wind Says

Our brooks glitter with melted ice, glutted, overflowing with light. Our rocky hills, each leaf unfurled dispenses more light on our world. The grass, the moss, the barren stones, showered and painted by the sun, caressed and blessed, anointed thus, praise, praise the light on all of us.

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