The image is grainy, but that was my only option if I wanted to portray the angel as she appeared to me, reflected in a grimy pane of glass. I think it fits her silent movie star looks too. I spent a long time watching her from different angles. Wherever I stood, she seemed to be hiding.
“I am always here,” whispered the angel. “You may not always be able to see me, but I am here.” That’s what I found myself scribbling in my Recoleta Cemetery notebook as I walked away. I think she has to be my Hide-and-seek angel.