Cleaning out files. I'd forgotten I'd written this snippet, based on a dream I'd had:
It started with a dream.
In that dream, the light from the streetlamps barely illuminated her bedroom. There was just enough light to let her see the figure standing in her open doorway. There was no mistaking the Archangel Michael, with golden locks flowing down
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