'...It has been a long time, old friend..."
a young peaceful little angel emerged from a hidden cocoon inside the hollow base of an ancient dead tree. She stretches her body from her long slumber and lastly lets her soft spoken wings spread wide and far from being enclosed away in her body.
She looks around her desolated area of dirt, sand, aging hilltops untouched with gloom, isolation and years of unsettling stories to be told.
She breathed in heavily: "I missed being home," and smiled ever so slightly to herself.
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