Sunshine - Basil

A chorus of light broke through the cloud-canopy. The blue air thickened, and lingering wisps thinned and hissed.

"Then sings my soul--" in jubilation!

For the pall of morning fog is vanquished by bright lights in the sky; trees shine and grasses glow, and the smell of wet dust settles down for a day of sunshine.

The End

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