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This was that kind of light only brighter, perhaps because
it was closer and perhaps because it reflected off snow still clinging to every
branch in every tree.
Angels' light. When The Archangel in a foul mood decides to let everyone know by using the gray sky curtains masks the land to match his mood, that is the day we get. But the angels lie in wait and as soon as he turns his back or bends to sip his cappuccino or perhaps catch a quick nap, they pull back seams in the curtains and allow some light to brighten the otherwise gray landscape. Then, giggling, they run away, leaving the light to shine for those who chance to see it and, too, wait to hear the uproar when their little prank is discovered. But he knows, he always knows and there are never any repercussions.
Angels' light. When The Archangel in a foul mood decides to let everyone know by using the gray sky curtains masks the land to match his mood, that is the day we get. But the angels lie in wait and as soon as he turns his back or bends to sip his cappuccino or perhaps catch a quick nap, they pull back seams in the curtains and allow some light to brighten the otherwise gray landscape. Then, giggling, they run away, leaving the light to shine for those who chance to see it and, too, wait to hear the uproar when their little prank is discovered. But he knows, he always knows and there are never any repercussions.
Fashonable shade of gray. Haha. Pulled me right in. Like this one.
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