The unlikely ledge of scaffolding vibrated beneath my feet. As I stood there fifteen feet above the stage awaiting the cue, the rest of the angels swayed, tottered, and poked one another with their plastic wings.
"A Question of Reality,"
Mythril: Vol. 1:
4, Article 9.
Available at: https://dc.swosu.edu/mythril/vol1/iss4/9
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