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Angel Tears Some say that whenever the angels cry they are mourning for the loss of innocence. Others say that they are tears of happiness and life. To me they were beautiful white speckles on this crisp cold Wednesday evening when I had ski practice. Angel tears were snowflakes freshly fallen that were so fluffy my skis drifted right through the cushiony frosty snow. This was one of those days where everything seemed so perfect, as if I were in a super nova of life. Things were just too perfect though, for I would soon learn a lesson from the angels that was powerful enough to have stayed with me since that day. This lesson was always to be aware of what surrounds me no matter how great things seem to be going on. I can have as much fun as I wish, but if I let myself drift off too far into the abyss, I might end up hurting myself or someone else. On my way down the hill at the end of practice, my friend Aaron and I decided to finish off with a race down the race way.
Approximate Word count = 723
Approximate Pages = 2.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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