A DIFFERING PERSPECTIVE
"OoOooOooOoooooo..., " cried the tens of thousands of sunflowers,
all turning to watch the approach of the terrible storm. As one, they
bent their heads, preparing for the worst, preparing for the coming
of the beating rain. They spread, a uniform blanket of bowed yellow
across the vast field, over its crest, beyond the far horizon. "OooOooo...,"
they cried again, shivering in the sudden coolness of the air. All...except
Sunny, who stood even taller, even straighter, keeping her face firmly
fixed on the glowing golden orb that yet hung in the late September skies.
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