Angels.

There is a story of angels that my mum told me.  They lived among us she said.

‘How mummy?’

‘By looking like us.’

They only came out on the stormiest days.  The lightning from the storm hid their heavenly light.  I didn’t believe her.  But looking around at the lightning around me, I believed now.

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