The angel watches her, pensive and unquiet, looking out across an inland sea, that still swallows the horizon.
The angel watches her, and wanders to look at a bird call, and looks up at the pale blue sky shifting fiery pink as the sun sets.
The angel watches her as she sighs and finally comes to a decision about her feelings, and walks slowly back inside her house.
The angel watches her as she unties her hair and shakes it free and loose.
The angel sees the grass underfoot, the sandy souls, and the red ants angrily fighting.
The angel watches.
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