I had a long day filled with serious medical information about my husband. That can be brutal. Then, I got to work early to hear of a former colleague's sudden death. When I walked into my classroom, I was greeted by a painting of an angel that a child had left for me and "Mr. C." So I guess there really are angels. Mountain angels. Tree angels. Red-Tailed Hawk angels (saw a beautiful one yesterday on the road). If nothing else, angels smooth out the brutal edges a bit.
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