Last updated 9/28/2013 at 12:27pm
It is early in the morning but already Bright Sun feels hot. I look up at the vast prairie sky.
“Thank You, Creator,” I say as Summer Wind blows cool, refreshing air on my neck. I help Mama water the thirsty vegetables in our garden. I wish I could see Summer Wind but it is invisible so I smile knowing it is there.
After my chores and breakfast, Mama packs me a lunch, and I ride my bike to my friend’s house. Everything is quiet along our country road. Summer Wind gives me a push as I climb the hill.
I see Mr. Stefan’s truck coming towards me. I wait at the side of the road. He s...
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