The Little Boys ran along, kicking up dust with the toes of their shoes, while Abby stopped now and again to examine the flowers that still bloomed amid the dried-out weeds.
At one point, I stopped for a moment to listen to the breeze as it rustled those golden stalks. It really is God's music, I think. And I'm thankful that I took the time to appreciate it.
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