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At dawn, Leon woke to find a bunch of pink flowers beside him. The golden light had now turned into tiny golden stars, bright sparkles in a dark blue, velvety sky. Could this be where Grampy is? Are the flowers for him? he wondered.
Saint Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. It was quiet, but Leon could hear a faint humming sound in the distance. It sounds like a choir of men and women, he thought. Leon remembered once listening to a choir on Grampy’s old radio during a long, lazy Sunday afternoon at the workshop.
Leon stood up and swayed from one leg to the other in a slow dance. He looked down at the pink flowers in his hand and suddenly glimpsed his feet through the stems. He was standing on… nothing!
