50 Word Stories – Liquid Light

The fields of melting gold swept across miles of uniform land. Pale like amber–a flowing river of liquid light, rippling. A constant sunny stream, receding and falling with each fresh nudge of the cool zephyr. The mustard fields were pipe dreams under the blue-throated vault–rich freshests of delight.

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