I was in the presence of an angel today. I arrived early to the 5:15 mass after a nice stroll across central park. I took my seat in one of the middle pews, closed my eyes and sat in silence as the church filled up around me. Presently, mass began, the choir took off and the congregation joined in. I was just about to utter my first note when I heard the voice behind me. It was a female voice, and strikingly beautiful. I wanted to turn around and see just what the source of this heavenly sound could look like. But then I stopped. I didn't turn around. Not for the entire mass. I simply stood there listening to this angel the entire time. And I haven't a clue what she looks like. Now I have a perfect, unspoiled memory that is impossible to tarnish. And now do you know what? That voice could belong to anyone, to any of the millions of girls walking the streets of New York. And that, is awesome.
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