Their coming was quiet. Hardly noticed or believed. A glow about them. They didn't speak eat or sleep. They'd walk among us then vanish. Only to be seen moments later an ocean away. In time they were recognized. These were our departed. Wandering the Earth in kindly silence. Till as softly as they came ...gone. Strange Angels. All beings on passing become music. The aura of Eternity
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