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We tried to see it at Odda’s Chapel.

Was that a wing, a halo, or just damp?

Our epiphany was not forthcoming,

for all our straining interpretation.

We went to St Mary’s adjacent church.

A child on the path pointed out a sign:

‘To the Angel’ – it wasn’t evident.

Then we walked across an apse’s ruins;

squinted upwards; craned our necks.

The elusive angel was always there.