She was just another village girlolive fleshed teen dressedin desert brownsneaking out to meet up with friendson familiar paths of Judean Hills Until an angel swooped ina rush of wingslike a bird of preyleft the girl drenched ravished by the Word of God The attention it broughtthe way people talked . . . Friends wouldn’t recognize her nowrobed in gold and larkspur bluenimbus roundher porcelain head Just a girlfretful childstrapped to her backwalking dusty hillssinging dreamingof the nightwhen he would sleep
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