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No credits. Only a soft sound of wind through a linden tree.

A basement. A small radio plays a folk song. A girl draws a sunflower on a cardboard box. She adds a blue sky. Tenth angel: the one who draws a future in a shelter.

Night. A candle on a windowsill. A woman writes in a notebook, then closes it. She touches the glass. Outside, a curfew-empty street. Fifth angel: the one who writes down names so no one disappears. LS---Ukrainian--Gentle--Angels-Sets-01-13

An archival study in light, memory, and the soft geometry of care A long shot of a kitchen in Lviv. Morning light cuts across a linoleum floor. A woman in a dove-gray sweater places bread on a board. She does not look at the camera. The knife moves slowly. This is the first angel: the one who feeds without praise.

A hospital corridor. A nurse adjusts a blanket on an old man. She does not check her watch. She sits two extra minutes. Eighth angel: the one who stays past the shift. No credits

A field outside the city. A woman hangs laundry between two apple trees. The wind lifts a white sheet like a wing. Ninth angel: the one who turns chores into rituals.

A man repairing a bicycle in a shed. He adjusts the chain, spins the pedal. He looks up at a wasp’s nest in the rafter—does not destroy it. Sixth angel: the one who lets small dangers live. A small radio plays a folk song

Same woman, different room. She is folding a child’s shirt. Her hands pause mid-fold. For two seconds, she stares at a crack in the wall. The second angel: the one who holds grief in her shoulders and still makes the bed.