On the night before, a strong wind blew through town. Trees were thrown about, debris everywhere, shattered glass. I saw angels play by the music of the wind. They clothed themselves with food wrap, played hide-and-seek in disposable cups, and danced with tree branches.
When they passed through a little church on the corner of Mary Street and Harrow Road, a few of the angels slid down the roof, bringing some of the roof tiles to the ground.
Defeated, Tile, in hundreds of shattered bits cried out.
And on they went, angels playing to the music of the wind.
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