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The sleeping woman's breathing is a labored rattle, her aged body a skeleton of cancer-ridden bones beneath transparent skin. The flowers set gloriously on her bedside table. Slender iris stalks stand like tall purple-dipped paint brushes, airy clusters of alstroemeria curl open with rich oranges and yellows; two dozen salmon colored roses snuggle against fiery-red dahlias; speckled pink tiger lilies blend with rich sprays of asparagus fern and trailing stems of variegated ivy. The vase is curvy and cheerful, a lime-green base color with bright swirls of raspberry. |