Springtime

The sky split open. Rain spilled out from that gray wound, covering the earth in a silvery blanket that somehow managed to wash away the icy grime of a long, cold winter. It seemed like that cut would never heal, but it did. And the sky, that once hung heavy as a stony gray mass, faded with the season. And the ground that for so long had laid at rest in the naked silence of its frozen slumber, eventually thawed. Slowly, twisted fingers of crooked growth sprouted into a tangle of green, and dotted across the landscape, blossoming flowers in a delight of color, fluttered in the gentle breeze, creating a fragrant breath that whispered the arrival of springtime.

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