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This week's topic is Moments
A second pillow beneath her graying hair allowed some elevation for Dorothy while still drawing her eyes upward to what would be her last view.
A catalogue of her life ran across her mind: scenes of childhood, of passion, of motherhood, of life.
She reviewed the sting of her father’s hand across her face, the young ecstasy of a summer evening’s ride in a fast convertible, the ache of lovers’ separation, the miracle of her newborn’s finger, the anguish at the loss of that child.
Her eyes followed the left branch above her head in the same way she determinedly turned her thoughts to the path holding only recollections of joy, and Dorothy smiled as her eyes closed for one last time.