Isadora – 9

March 20, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

Unwittingly, her family was blotting out her summer.

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Isadora – 8

March 19, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

Their posture was content; their faces silhouetted against the windows.

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Isadora – 7

March 19, 2016March 19, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

Isadora glared at the figures seated across from her in the soft green chairs.

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Isadora – 6

March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

By noon, the humidity would have seeped into every corner.

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Isadora – 5

March 16, 2016March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 4 Comments

In her hospice room, July was spilling in through the windows, its opaque light unapologetic and limp.

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Isadora – 4

March 16, 2016March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

There would be no peaceful exit on her watch.

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Isadora – 3

March 14, 2016March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

There was something serene – almost rhythmical – about the process, but she didn’t want to be soothed.

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Isadora – 2

March 13, 2016March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 3 Comments

Small bits of her were disappearing; dissipating one by one.

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Isadora

March 12, 2016March 17, 2016 ~ becoming roots ~ 1 Comment

Isadora sat silent, feeling herself die, one angry cell after another.

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