Angel A lives in my garden. She's tiny and unobtrusive, peeks past the birch bark lying alongside the pink astilbes that have yet to surface out of the recently thawed earth. Angel A is just a piece of plastic but she's quite charming. Hardly anyone notices her, though.
Angel B also lives in my garden. She heard that it's going down to -1 tonight so she's decided to go back to sleep.
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