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Where Angels Dwell |
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Where Angels Dwell |
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I walk outside
into the morning mist. From underneath the oak tree, I glance up at the adventurous sky. I wonder what form of feeling it will send me today. The beautiful Northern Lights, an exciting sunrise leading to a romantic sunset, or gloomy gray clouds bringing a terrifying storm? Maybe it will send me a joyful blue horizon. Will it send the forbidding night early, or keep the clueless day longer? I come out from under the oak tree's protective and strong branches. When I do I see a warm and comforting beam of glorious sunlight shine upon me... with the rest of the world waiting, waiting for the turn of time. I look up again and I see Where Angels dwell. |
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