This is such a sweet story! On my side of Gillespie Tower, there was a white plastic bag that looked like an angel that had a special place in a tree across the street. My neighbor, Betty, introduced me to her shortly after I arrived. She would turn to point in different directions that were meaningful to us at various times. The whole time that I was there, the angel was in the tree. For all I know, she still is.
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