She opened her eyes to mourning relatives surrounding her hospital bed. “Peace,” she whispered. “Now I can say goodbye.”
Ally lay exhausted. Her eyes refused to say open. She entered a dream, walked into a strange landscape of pink, pale blue and violet with three moons and billions of stars lit up in a golden splash of transcendent sparkles. She felt instantly part of a recipe of all that is good in a magical soup of pleasant possibilities, like earth in summer, childhood memories and everything that was given her, everything she gave – all at once.
She opened her eyes to mourning relatives surrounding her hospital bed. “Peace,” she whispered. “Now I can say goodbye.” Comments are closed.
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