Angels are almost always portrayed as beautiful, but my favorite one isn't.
I'm referring to the almost life-sized concrete fountain that our older son gave Ann as a birthday present some years ago. It sits in an ivy patch by the brick patio in our back yard. I love to sit with her, usually with a beverage or a book or both.
Look at her face in this photo by our son, Sgt. Mike. As Ann was the first to observe, it has strength and character. Isn't that better than beauty?
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