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The Light


As I wandered throught the woods one night, I saw a very mysterious light. The light was sky blue, where it had came from, I had no clue. Its angelic glow drew me in, So I followed it, not knowing where I would end. When I thought I was close to it, it seemed to get farther. That is when my heart started to beat harder. All of sudden, I came to a halt. Because the light had gotten so bright, that it stung like salt. After that had happened, the light had went away. What I saw in front of me, left me in total dismay. It was the edge of a steep cliff. So I started praying to God, thanking him for not setting me adrift. Because I could have died that night, if it weren't for God sending a angel, in the form of a light…
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