Not only did we hear them, but we saw them forming right before our eyes. Fractures. Exactly fifty-four yards out, shaking, we slowly turned around, teeth chattering...all of a sudden the ice gave way - we went under. Gone?
"Where are we? This must be heaven."
"The gold...it's transparent."
Seraphim's.
Cherubim's.
Jesus!
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