As the stunningly beautiful crying angel strides through an old chapel, her white long hair blowing behind her and her short wings shimmering in the mist, it is impossible not to be overwhelmed by her otherworldly 40 - year - old charm. Even in the midst of death and decay, she radiates an ethereal beauty that belies her dejection and speaks to the soul --ar 3:2 --v 5 --q 2 --s 450
