And a flash of silent thunder, you appeared like an angel. The rain wetting your hair, sticking to your face. Your wings were made of light, void of liquid. No feathers to be matted by precipitation. You cast upon me your gentle gaze of stone like jade. Your white gown was weighed down by nothing but water from the clouds. There was no sun to brighten the planet, but let up the entire earth by simply being. My heart falters as I think back to that moment. You fell to the ground, wings dimming as the moon rose. I'd fall into my knees and awe of the beauty of dying Seraphim. Tears mingled with the solving of the sky. I didn't dare come any closer, but I could hear your sweet words, poetry singing my love songs told stories of a life I would never know until that point I thought I understood what it meant to live, but I could never truly live. Nor could I understand.

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