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This morning I thought I saw an angel

just a glimpse,

out of the corner of my eye.

She passed by my kitchen window

shimmering in early morning sunshine

while I washed dishes.

By the time I looked up

she had gone.

But I thought

as the soapy bubbles glistened iridescent,

‘How nice it must feel,

to be the bearer of good things

on such a beautiful day,’

And even though I know

she wasn’t really there -

I can choose to believe if I want to.

And who doesn’t want to believe in angels.

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