Jane Glenchur

WAS SHE AN ANGEL?

She was tall, white-haired and approached me with purpose. I turned and looked into her sea-blue eyes. She seemed to hesitate. Perhaps this was who I was supposed to help today. As was my habit, I had written “Help Someone” in the middle of my grocery list, but had become engrossed in finding my favorite …

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