From the Interns: A Fallen Angel With Clipped Wings
A Fallen Angel with clipped wings.That was my first thought when I saw her. How can an angel be roaming the land that I call home? Even as her dark wings stretch in the sun’s light, I never once believe she was anything but.Gorgeous black hair cascaded down to brush her shoulders with each light step she took. Deep, dark and listless eyes bore into yours like it was reflecting the night sky in the countryside. And her features were sharp and chiseled but in certain lights it would be as if they soften a little. As if she was carved from an accent rock to bless the world with her beauty. Not…