"I love you," said the Angel. "Do you hear me?"
And he waited.
She was once again beating herself up
for some deed past, some word unsaid or wound unhealed.
And he waited.
Then looking up at the height into the immensity of the Creator, he prayed,
and waited.
"Maybe it was not all my fault," she whispered at last.
"Maybe I could let go of this, too."
He leaned upon her and wrapped her in his wings.
"You're right," he whispered back.
"And so it is."
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