Womxn's Centre
In The Right Place and Time
After hearing an infant’s first cry, a pair of white wings from the bed of clouds would fall from the skies.Everyone had a guardian angel. Their kind stood bright, cherubic, and rosy-cheeked. Their strong wings stretched for miles and shielded their wards from harm, with the promise of protection said on musical tongues that any child would believe. The only exception was that their assigned guardian angel would be the only one they could see.
March 3, 2022
