Angels, please look over her and protect her everywhere she goes. She won’t be hard to find; she possesses a light so similar to yours. Whether on a late-running gotham train, or an unbearably early red-eye plane, please enfold your wings in warm embrace, and so-gently lift and carry her when weary – with grace. If heaven is indeed spread upon the earth, but people do not see, you left a mighty clue of your work with this Angel, this Goddess, this She. No, she’s not mine. She’s too beautiful for me. But she reminds me daily of the beauty that can be. Praying all the angels in *your* world are safe. 🙏🌟❤️🎁