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The first time Anya met Emily was one afternoon in a sunflower field.
And on that sunlit afternoon in the sunflower field Anya met an angel.
That angel walked over with a smile that never left her lips. She reached out her tiny hand and pulled Anya out from beneath the shade of the eucalyptus tree. She wiped away the tears on Anya's chubby face.
"Don't cry. Do you want to play with me?"
Before Anya's eyes everything was flooded with sunlight dazzling like the sun itself and nothing else seemed to matter anymore.
Her golden hair drifted like the clouds of a summer afternoon beautiful and fleeting. Her sparkling eyes held an entire ocean one that could only be seen in the pages telling of Moses parting the sea. She was the white dressed angel Anya had seen in the Holy Scriptures.
And Anya was certain that she was that very angel sent down for her.