Meet Majé. 

A stranger sent from a star. A stranger who I recognized as Soul family as eyes locked through the lens of my camera from across Washington Square Park. I stood alone, snapping moments of presence into my SD card; surrounded by the magic of those unknown in shared space. Something of magnets pulled our two orbits together, and through my viewfinder I caught the perfect glimpse of fully divine-dressed Majé, modeling without hesitation. From that moment I was sent the words to speak, "let's find other locations around here and take some more, if you want -- you're perfect." And off we went, frolicking across the street to a corner that seemed fit; and as our feet found their way onto the dark pavement, my eyes were guided to the parked taxi's license plate of none other than 6 777. I am pointing out the angel message, Majé is exclaiming, "that's my number, 6!" between the teeth of a beaming smile. An interaction not an ounce less of Divine. Thank you, Universe in the form of Majé.