Cancer gripped his throat
and he strained to speak again.
She leaned in very closely and
speaking as fervently
as the cords would allow
he asked if he could borrow her bicycle
just so he could ride it
one last time.
~Marlies Vonn
My mother’s dream.
Cancer gripped his throat
and he strained to speak again.
She leaned in very closely and
speaking as fervently
as the cords would allow
he asked if he could borrow her bicycle
just so he could ride it
one last time.
~Marlies Vonn
White Padded Room 
You are amazing, Marlies. Your darkness shines so much.
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