he was walking around the forest in the night, looking at the lightning bugs that light up a small green glow to light the forest. He runs his hand along the moss on trees, and strokes night lily flowers glowing in the moonlight. Suddenly he find a clearing and laying on a log perfectly in the beam of the moon is an angel. He looks at his own ripped up wings, a pit filling his stomach. (His mind: could she be a fallen angel aswell?) he inches towards the glowing girl, heard her soft snores
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