In Falls Church, one of Washington's sprawling Virginia suburbs, white-haired Sculptor Carl Milles stood beside his latest work, and told about a notion that came to him in Sweden more than 70 years ago. He was four and his mother had just died. He and his elder sister stood by a window at night looking at the stars. She explained what the stars were. No, he told her, she didn't understand: the lights in the sky were really holes in heaven. The glitter was caused by angels shining through, and out of one of those bright holes, their mother was watching...
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