Michael

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Make me one of those angels who have nothing more than two great wings behind their cheeks; I shall have no more trunk, no limbs; I shall fly to you, if you call me; I shall be no more than a mouth to sing your praises, or a pair of spotless wings to cradle your journeys in the heavens.
The Sin of Abbé Mouret
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