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August 15, 2011

the unmistakable escape of hurried laughter

floated down the hall to the foot of her bed.  She ceased to care.  The blanket rose to meet her gingerly as she slipped tiredly and absently, falling away from their world with a matching pair of closed eyes.  These short breaks weren’t nearly enough, and her depth of patience was growing shallower as the dreams got shorter.  Her lungs could barely hold air anymore, and sometimes she could feel her blood drying in her veins, even as her nerves lit up and her limbs obeyed.  The decay was obvious in her very marrow.  But troublesome appearances just didn’t change.
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