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11 Aug 2016
Angels Amongst us
Growing up I used to be visited by three angels. It had been the fall of my second grade year and i also was about the chartered bus. We lived in Mill Canyon and also the bus was making the go up the long dirt road toward the flat in which the wheat farms spread out as far as you can view. I used to be in the rear of riding on the bus and we were surrounded by tall Washington pine trees. Everything got very quiet and so they stood before me. It had been a man and two women. These folks were beautiful and regal inside their long bronze and burgundy robes, all varied shades of blond with eyes centered on me.