The Dove and the Crow

Above the plateau, the clouds drifted away and the sun shown down on an empty cliff. Below, the mists cleared revealing freshly harvested fields, cool, mossy creeks running with warm summer rain, and sharp, shining cities with their spires lifted to the big, blue sky. Green grass and tall flowers swayed on the plains. Where a dead tree had crumbled away there grew a tree in bloom, and in its branches there perched a dove and a crow.

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