“Be it unto me according to thy will,” she says, and jewels blossom like morning glories on the arch above them. Everything has turned to gold.
A golden angel. A golden girl. They are caught up together in a stately, golden dance. Their faces are grave. From a golden cloud between them and above, the Leader of the dance looks on.
The announcement has been made and heard. The world is with child.”
Fredrick Buechner
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