"He was dressed like a ragpicker. There were only a few faded hairs left on his bald skull and very few teeth in his mouth, and his pitiful condition of a drenched great-grandfather took away any sense of grandeur he might have had. His huge buzzard wings, dirty and half-plucked, were forever entangled in the mud..."

"...angels in those times were the fugitive survivors of a celestial conspiracy"

A mix for "A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, one of my favourite short stories.

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