"Nothing is more powerful than beauty in a wicked world"

She is so small and sad, yet gorgeous, glorious and hopeful. I can't wait to share pictures of the angel I found in the cemetary. Her small, bronze form fills me with comfort and her beauty puts my soul at rest. One of the two to bodies buried at her feet was only 23 when its soul left it. I like to think that the face of the angel is the face that once laughed and cried for that soul. No day can be bad when that beauty helps to start it.