Angel visitation

Welcome Home ~ by Samantha Vanderslice

Silence.

And then a sound.

Barely audible at first, the sound grew into a gentle humming, almost musical. It continued to build, filling the silent void until it felt as if time itself would burst from the beauty of its resonance. As attention was focused, the reverberations congealed into scattered words and partial sentences. “Can’t get a pulse…We’re losing her…”

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