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Tread softly, ever so cautious,
an angel sleeps here.
Watch her dream of Seraphim and move on
least you wake her up.

No matter how hard I try, the sight of a baby sleeping with a smile lingering on a peaceful face keeps me rooted to the spot. The child sculpted in fondant here is my neice Noa, the apple of my eye. The scene is as witnessed a few days from her birth.