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her about her deceased husband and had marveled at the change that came over the old woman’s face when she talked of her lost love. It was as if the age dropped away, revealing a glimpse of the beauty she had been in her youth.
    Shafts of light split through the clouds overhead, lighting the fine strands of her white hair that had worked loose from the bun pinned to the back of her head. Her white dress was loose and flowing, giving her almost an angelic appearance.
    Morgan asked if he could take her photo and she agreed. He got her address and promised to send her a copy. When he returned home, he discovered that the film canister had been damaged and most of the film inside destroyed. All except for one shot. Of the old woman at the grave.
    He’d always attributed it to the damaged canister and the shafts of sunlight breaking through the clouds, because in the developed print the woman appeared to have ethereal gentle wings spreading out from behind her. Her hair was haloed in light and while it was clear that she was old, her face was without lines and her eyes seemed lit from within.
    He’d titled it Seraphim and entered it into a photography contest. That was the photo that had launched his career.
    “What touches you about it?” he asked, wanting to know why she was so attracted to the image.
    “The beauty and sadness,” she replied without hesitation. “You can see it on her face and in her eyes. Here’s a woman who has known life, who’s loved and lost. Who walked hand-in-hand with her true love, and also had to stand alone. You can see her love and her loss in her eyes, and there’s something else there. Something…pure and untarnished…untouched by time, undiminished by life. She’s…well, she really is angelic.”
    Morgan was stunned. She’d summed up in one short but eloquent paragraph every feeling he’d ever had about the photo. Obviously there was more to this woman than just the uncanny effect she had on him. For the first time in his life, he was interested. Not in what she would be like in bed, although that thought had risen. But who she was and what made her able to see things so clearly.
     
    A waitress arrived with a tray of food. When she left, Morgan remained unresponsive, staring silently at her. It made Sara uncomfortable. Not only because she was afraid she’d overstepped the boundaries in her evaluation of his art, but because the longer he looked at her, the more her senses came alive. And with the awakening of her senses came the Sight.
    Images swam in her mind, confused and muddled. This was not the time or place. She could not allow the Sight to take her here, now. She closed her eyes and shook her head, willing it to subside.
    “Are you okay?” Morgan’s hand closed on her wrist, his voice filled with concern.
    She nodded after a moment and opened her eyes. “Guess I…haven’t quite gotten my head together. Sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize,” he replied. “And thanks.”
    “For what?”
    “What you said about Seraphim . Think I could talk you into becoming a critic? I could use more reviews like that.”
    The teasing tone of his voice eased away the last of the Sight and restored the atmosphere. “How much does it pay? I am a starving artist, you know.”
    Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to mundane topics like films they’d seen, books they’d read and favorite places they liked to go. It was clear to Morgan that Kelly and Chris had far more in common than he and Kelly did. And it looked like they had definitely taken an interest in one another.
    He and Sara on the other hand seemed cut from similar cloths. They both preferred museums to nightclubs, hiking to dancing and they shared an eclectic taste in film and music. If Morgan didn’t know better, he’d swear this was a made-to-order woman.
    Even down to her looks. Sara was a woman of subtle beauty. There was nothing flamboyant or flashy about her. Her hair was a soft warm brown that danced with