This room feels darker than the other ones. More silent and spacious and private. I have wrappedthe wire of a paper Monarch butterfly around the smooth tubes of the bedframe at the back of her bed. A tower of origami pagodas that my youngest son has folded to pass the time, sits at a slight angle upon the corner table. To the right of the bed is a big window with a tree filled urban view. On the window ledge are two watercolour wooded landscapes. If she had her choice, I know my mother would have left this world from a deeper wilderness.
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