The most peculiar thing happened on the eleventh of November, just as the snow had begun to drift down. I was walking to my gram-pa’s house, about a mile from my own when I saw her. All in white she was, with a touch of gold on the tip of her wings and a tiny spot above her hair, on what resembled a halo.
I had never seen anything like her before, as if it was a her, of course, because of the flowing white dress. How beautifully delicate her features, and that’s when I thought I was day dreaming. I often let my mind wander as I walked to my gram-pa’s house. I could probably complete the path with my eyes closed shut, I was so familiar with the small trek.
She seemed not to be flying, but her large wings were fluttering a bit and she didn’t stop me; she stayed by my side. I kept moving, was almost to his gate when she grew closer. “Don’t be afraid my dear” my mind heard, although she had not uttered a sound. I opened the gate and saw my gram-pa come out the door. He smiled at me and that is when she spread her wings, surrounding him and they both disappeared.
I ran into the house and found him there, laying peacefully, with the familiar smile. I was sad of course and missed him, but I knew he was happy, wherever he was.
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The Bag Lady 
Beautiful 😇
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A lovely story.
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