With a bound ….
The sun of a molten fiery red came above the horizon
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Immediately thousands of little birds sang out for joy, and a soft chorus of mysterious, glad murmurs came forth from the earth; the low whispering wind left its hiding-place among the clefts and hollows of the hills, and wandered among the rustling herbs and trees, waking the flower-buds to the life of another day.
Elizabeth Gaskell, Ruth
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