Sara rushed in, the early sun highlighting her form like a christmas ghost. I could see the excitement in her face, her posture. And the wings. I could see them clearly as she tried to fit thru my door. I met her in the foyer, awkwardly hugging and trying not to stare at the arching white wings nearly touching my ceiling.
“It's OK to look!" she said, hugging back. I could feel all the muscles added to support the wings. Sara did a 360, barely able to contain herself. She saw the question on my face and nodded. "Yes! They work!"
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