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The angels in Heaven constantly watch over,
guard over, worry over, laugh over, shed tears over all of Mankind – always wishing them to do well. As angels come to know everything about Man, some become filled with a desire that they can not deny. They wish to be human just for a spell. For they come to envy Man his very mortality, which imbues his actions with risk and finality -- qualities long absent from an angel’s existence. And how much more precious are beauty and love when fully appreciative of the transience thereof – each flower, each dawn becomes a ‘piece de resistance’. Longing to experience human emotions and free choice leads some angels finally to give their desire a voice, and God sometimes will grant them to live a human life. These humans are special, displaying goodness from birth. Those who know them come to call them ‘angels on earth’. Envy me…for I met and made one of these angels my wife. Please visit my book site: http://www.lulu.com/harry
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