Riddle Riddle Ree What do I see...
My cousin and I sat under the pear tree with our grandfather on his farm on a warm summer night. We were sitting on the ground waiting for the evening breeze to begin to cool the night. The whippoorwills were doing their last dancing flights of the day as the sun began to set into the rolling hills. The sky was painted pink and purple and small clouds began to appear. My grandfather asked in his wise country voice, "Girls, do you know where those little clouds came from?" We answered "No." He then told us, "Those are the souls of the people that have died. When you pray for someone's soul, God will bless you with watching them pass into heaven. But in order to see them you have to be able to be thankful for the sunset."
Riddle Riddle Ree...What do you see?
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