Into the storm light she turned her head. Sodden, twisting clouds raced around her vision, bringing with them a silence in the air. The birds had stopped singing, yet she took a breath. She inhaled the vapour, separating scents of blue cloud, hot mist and the earth last seen between petals. She exhaled - lost songs, unfurling moist breath of colour, blooming. The air cracked.
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