He ran out ahead to the playground, hoping to get to the monkey bars before the other kids. But there she was, stopping him in his tracks. He can't remember how, maybe someone pushed him, but there he lay flat on his back staring up and into the face of an angel silhouetted by the bright autumn sun. She stepped forward and stood over him, fists clenched against her hips, staring down at him. The breeze billowed her pleated plaid skirt and passed cool on his face as he looked up and into the mystery of darkness and beyond.
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