The angel's aura bright as the crown of the sun. I see a blackbird, puffed chest and squatting on the yellow line on the street. And the Angel pointed her finger towards a road stretching away towards the mountains rising and falling the distant sky. In the valley I knew a secret village resided. Illuminating, waiting for my arrival, but why? The angel did not speak only her hair, light cloth about her flowed in the direction of this village. How exquisite this scene and I am a wandered and I am not sure how I got here standing on a road surrounded by vast desert and the sky desolate too. For there is not a single cloud today just blue everywhere and the brightness of this being, foreign, yet not foreign because there is a sense that we’ve met over tea or crumpets or both.
Can you tell me , "Are you my guardian?”
but she would vanish into a million sparkling parts and it was peaceful and all that was left from her removal from my sight was a book, brown, tattered and glowing. I picked it up and my hand began to glow bright and then not. I put it in my bag and headed towards the village which pulled at me like love. --
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