The spirits have come.
Figures in white coats hover around, tinkering with various contraptions and whispering jargon. I look at surrounding grey screens, but those do not display warmth, which I desperately wait to see. Suddenly, I know the difference between looking and seeing, hearing and listening, speech and expression.
I love you, spirits, as I feel unloved and unwanted here. I am ready to fly, or take a dip. The water is cool, blue and peaceful. Or is it the sky? I feel the bliss of nothingness, the lightness of just being.
Life support systems are being yanked off.
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that was a most interesting take on this image, I agree the ending is striking.
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Thank you so much, Michael!
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I hope she starts to breathe.
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If she wishes …..
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love that twist at the end, very clever! Let’s pray it never happens to us ..
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The world rests on hope š
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