He’d always been so ungrateful: sour when snow glittered overhead, rueful when rain whispered soft behind him, cross when clouds galloped across the perpetual pastures of sky, and weary even when the wind carried leaves in lines of color, a signature of cheer to another glorious day on planet earth.
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(and this is how you know...Glory exists, because He is
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