[ She's standing underneath an apple tree with her back to the trunk, looking up to watch what light filters through its branches and counting every ripe fruit she sees, until she hears that voice. ]
Lightning. [ She doesn't know what else to say, so she just kind of adds: ] What strange wonders they have given us.
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Lightning. [ She doesn't know what else to say, so she just kind of adds: ] What strange wonders they have given us.