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I’ve seen a dragon in the clouds, a humming bird and a tea table set for tea. Some say they’ve seen angels, or fairy kings and queens.They have all stayed a while, those shapes in the clouds but none have left and none have returned until now.

The angel who left earlier is now returning and she’s not alone. She’s dragging them with her, all those who were hiding in the cornfield. They don’t want to go.They hang on to each other, limbs contorting. But go they must. She has no mercy.

Their corn spills out as she looks back one last time.