Clouds are thick where sun will be. Brilliant, fluffy white cotton. Can light break through this density?
Birds are flying, chirping. Dozens, from all directions...Oh man. Mist covers me. I can see orange outline above cloud quilt. Color washes above...Orange fire. Clouds glow. Spectacular.
Show yourself. Why doesn't this holy light blow forth the clouds? There you are, my beauty.
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