Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the
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A guardian angel showering his charge with light and protection. (This picture gives me goosebumps because I "felt" this and "saw" white wings of protection crossed in front of me during my mom's funeral service. It was so comforting.) //So beautiful EL//
When a warrior fairy is killed in battle, their wings are removed and hung in the royal hall, which sparkle like a rainbow with all the different color and shaped wings. Instead of a coat rack - I should have a wing rack for my friends.