Not so long ago, she was the walking dead, who barely existed day to day, and whose stony heart was full of whoas and dread.
Somehow, someway her bright angel tapped her on the left shoulder in a teasing gentle way, as he did so many times before in spirit, like a tweak on the nose when she got lost in her intense and solemn moods. But somehow, one day, when her angel comforted her in spirit it no longer seemed like some dream or game. [Read More…]
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