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My father had a Russian friend who told us about the frozen breath that he called 'Angel Dust'. The image always stayed with me. Maybe it's a mis-translation? The only other reference I can find online is in a song by Laura Veirs;
'Ice crystals form from flakes of heaven
Fall down weightless to the earth
To them it’s worth the falling
Through atmospheres a-dawning
And open arms a-calling
To collect and protect all the raining
Insane from above
The lonely angel dust
The only angel does…'

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