Hospital

She ran her fingers through her hair as she gazed at the ceiling, contemplating her life in the pattern of ceiling tiles, air vents, lights and smoke detectors.

Hospitals are like airports. Full of goodbyes, of family and of friends, of strangers and heartfelt moments. Joy and tears. People who are considering the meaning of life.

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