Sterile room.  Hospital bed.  Machines and masks.

A lifetime of treasures unappreciated, now longed for:

A sip of cool water.  
The smell of rain and newly-mown grass.  
Warm sunlight on red azaleas. 
The sweet soprano song of a wren. 
Your hair, like silk beneath my fingers.

My effortless breath.

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