The sun keeps me from freezing like the article tundra. It lights up the soccer field and gives it a happy glow. It shines through the dark, looming rain clouds. It feeds the barren trees with its rays. When the sun is out, birds soar overhead, squirrels scamper up the trees, and points the disheveled sailor to the beautiful blue and white seashore after a long voyage.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
The sun keeps me from freezing like the article tundra. It lights up the soccer field and gives it a happy glow. It shines through the dark, looming rain clouds. It feeds the barren trees with its rays. When the sun is out, birds soar overhead, squirrels scamper up the trees, and points the disheveled sailor to the beautiful blue and white seashore after a long voyage.
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