Friday, May 11, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Forty-Five

was on watch, and that baby was not alone in having an angel. Well-regarded angels were dedicated to each of four other passengers: a jazz musician, a five-year-old girl with curly red hair, a candidate for middle management, and a former shoeshine boy. The angel who was assigned the miracle baby divided its time between said miracle, a village in the West Indies, two endangered species (their limited numbers making the task simple, especially for an angel), and a relic. A tiny thread soaked with the blood of the savior himself reposes on a sterilized cotton boll in a glass

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