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Away From Home His eyes glazed, a marble stare unable to focus on his bride's face. Mechanical sounds pulsing and breathing, drape life in a web of wires and tubes. His fingers, clenched by pain, in courtship fluttered a fiddle's neck like hummingbird wings. Her fervent prayers, attempts to wake him are turned back with wheezy sighs. Her right hand enfolds his left, faceless forms still the machines. She closes his eyes to clear his view, in silence, released. |
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