A carpet once laid late at the feet of an angel. It was
bashful and red. The angel had wings so she carried it into the late night sky.
The angel fell asleep and the carpet wrapped around her to keep her warm.
Slowly it began to glow and became the sunrise. Clouds covered it and the angel
slept deeper and dreamed and in her dream the sun grew close. While the angel
slept it rained and brought the angel and the carpet both back to earth. The
angel woke laying on the floor on a tattered carpet. Bits of dust had gathered
on it and she looked up and saw the stars. The carpet asked, can we just sit
here for a while? And the angel smiled a cherishable smile and said, no let’s
fly.
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