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Snow Angels As a child I laid upon winter's forest floor forming snow angels. Innocent and gazing high beyond the glistening trees, my spirit soared deep within that velvet sky. Far beyond reality and floating free, I came the closest I will ever be to God's ideal... with this angel, I had formed from childhood purity. |
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