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  1. As I threatened in my W.I.P. thread, I've taken quite a lot of photos of my finished Graveyard Angel in her accustomed surroundings. Since it is the Graveyard St. Lascivious, AND The Saint is still haunting the place, chasing the pigeons from His statue, I thought I should include him as well, Then there is the Graveyard Itself. I'm sure most of you, my Fellow Forumites that is, have had the good sense to avoid my Last Hurrah Thread. SO, the Angel is flitting around the place to give you an idea what it's like. It was usually quiet as you would expect a Graveyard to be. There were moans,
  2. It was normally deathly quiet at St. Lascivious'...well it was a graveyard after all. There were the normal night noises, hoots, moans, groans, muted conversations that played at the edges of awareness, & the occasional blood curdling scream, but one got used to that sort of thing once you'd been here awhile...AND Fred had been here a long time. So the flap on wings and a descending aura of shimmering light caught his attention. "Oh my gracious, it's a bleeding angel!"...and it was. She's been pouting on my work table for awhile; & I haven't added anything new to The Grave
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