I arrived in the Badlands on the tail end of a storm threatening hail. The sun pushed through random openings in the clouds, illuminating the east bound storm. The dramatic sky and the peaceful landscape drew me in to the beauty as the wind rustled the clover and the glorious clouds moved on.
“The heavens are telling of the glory of God; And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.” ~Psalm 19:1
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