Chapter 13
Thither Death, coming like Love
Takes all things in the morn of tenderest life
And being a delicate god,
In his own garden takes each delicate thing
Unstained, unmellowed, immature, untrod
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The Garden of Death, by Lord Alfred Douglas
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Earth - AD December, 1992
Chicago, Illinois
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"We’re going to be late!” nine year old Elisabeth Kaiser's mother shouted. “Hurry up and get your coat!”
“Awww… Mom…” Elisabeth paused in front of the mirror to put the final touches on her angel wings. She straightened the halo jutting crookedly out of her white-blonde curls for the Christmas pageant. She’d been chosen to play the Angel of the Lord who gives Mary the good news she’d be mother to the Savior.
“It’s your play!” Mama shouted. “Franz! Tell Opa and Oma it’s time to go!”
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