A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek slowly. He felt embarrassed by the thought.

"That I should think an angel came to me."

He wept. And, again, the brush of breeze against his cheek.

Author: Noah benShea

A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek slowly. He felt embarrassed by the thought.<br /><br />"That I should think an angel came to me."<br /><br />He wept. And, again, the brush of breeze against his cheek. - Noah benShea

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