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A Polaroid picture, now faded. Pure joy. The Dumbo ride spinning in the backgroud, our hair tied up, grinning from pigtail to pigtail. Giant, rainbow ice pops and princess dresses. I squeezed your warm, sticky hand. You were Cinderella, I was Sleeping beauty.
Sunshine. Beauty. Content.
And now we lay here, faded. This moment - stay. The leaves turning lazily out the window, your hair thinning, your face gaunt. Skinny, pale arms. But eyes so so bright. You chose pajamas instead of a hospital gown, a bed in the living room instead of a bed upstairs. I memorize your pale, slender hand. And I will lay here with you until the clock strikes midnight and it is time for you to go.
Sunshine. Beauty. Content.
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