Author's Note: On that chilly and cloudy day, the Old Town Square was busy, yet Poor Angel was still standing alone, hoping to give away all glass angels in her box. Poor Angel dreamed of real angel wings, and they were awarded only to those who gave away all small figurines. They were supposed to go only to those who could see Poor Angel. But who believes in angels anymore, and moreover who sees them?
(the background photograph comes from my portfolio)