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He’s My Guardian Angel
Raven was only five years old when she met him.
He came at the pitch of darkness, with the full moon illuminating her, with the old grandfather clock striking midnight. His silvery wings were unfolded behind him, letting her know immediately who he was. Her Guardian Angel.
His voice always got her attention, no matter when or where it was heard. She’d always look up, eager to see his blue eyes. She never knew his name. He never told her it. So, she merely calls him Angel.
But, that is only the beginning to Raven’s story.
© November 2010 Alison
He came at the pitch of darkness, with the full moon illuminating her, with the old grandfather clock striking midnight. His silvery wings were unfolded behind him, letting her know immediately who he was. Her Guardian Angel.
His voice always got her attention, no matter when or where it was heard. She’d always look up, eager to see his blue eyes. She never knew his name. He never told her it. So, she merely calls him Angel.
But, that is only the beginning to Raven’s story.
© November 2010 Alison