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The angel's nose is in the dirt. His sacrifice apparently saving us to our grief. He lies there broken for us, prayerfully still, there for the sake of the children, for the sake of decorum, protecting us from the accidental, from the potential risk of an angelic fall crushing the griever as they stoop to place their flowers. My sister chose the flower arrangement from the top table of her daughter's wedding where the fallen should have been and perhaps could have stood giving a heart-felt and gently humorous speech, offered a toast to beauty and happiness, but instead lies emotionless in the dirt.
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Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 11:25 AM UTC
Hanwell cemetery has an angel in the dirt
The angel's nose is in the dirt. His sacrifice apparently saving us to our grief. He lies there broken for us, prayerfully still, there for the sake of the children, for the sake of decorum, protecting us from the accidental, from the potential risk of an angelic fall crushing the griever as they stoop to place their flowers. My sister chose the flower arrangement from the top table of her daughter's wedding where the fallen should have been and perhaps could have stood giving a heart-felt and gently humorous speech, offered a toast to beauty and happiness, but instead lies emotionless in the dirt.
Prompted by a walk in our local graveyard and my sister laying wedding flowers at her local crem for family who passed too soon to see their granddaughter wed.
stevejeff
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Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 11:25 AM UTC
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