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Blue Sky


I knew she could do it.

When she opened the screen door we saw it—blue sky for miles. Even the clouds looked happy to me. They have done their business for days. Now the stream is full. The trees are stripped of tired limbs. And the weak among us have stepped aside. It is time to rest.

“Look, pup! The rain is gone,” says momma incredulously. I know momma, I reply. I told you, you could make it so.

But why, if you can make the sun shine, can’t you make me something else for breakfast?

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