This entry is part 1 of 5 in the series The Square Root of Happiness: a collection of drabbles


There was nothing Kaliri loved more than sitting up on the cliff wall at sunrise. Hard rock dropped off sheer into a grand vista of desert to her right, lush mountain valleys to her left, and the mountain range dividing them. A wind blew at her back, and she thought she could taste in it the sea’s salt tang.

As the sun rays rose gently over the horizon, she lifted her hands to the Great Singer and sang wordless praise and love to her Creator. Like the sun before her, His presence rose gently into her soul.

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