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Angel Wings


Angel | Photo by Neil de la Flor

Sometimes angels are grounded. Bound by gravity. Bound by their desire to fly out of black spaces. Sometimes angel wings are just versions of wings. Versions of what they want their arms to be. Stretched beyond human limbs. Angels light the cosmos with possibilities. Their palms red from so much trying.

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