I was smoking a lot, and my wife always complained that our house smells of tobacco. I often got out of my breathe after walking or going up stairs. One day when I puffing out smoke horrible monster came out of my mouth. They wanted to catch and devour me. I thank Saint Michael the Archangel because after several days of these visions I stopped smoking. Now I feel much better.
Retablo by Selva Prieto Salazar