The sparse interior of an Alzheimer’s health care facility. Stroke victims and Parkinson’s patients also reside here under the care of Dr. Wier and four nurses assigned to this unit. A tightly focused bluish light slowly rises to reveal an angelic being with pulsating wide-spread wings positioned somewhere above. This is Lyra. Her soft hands rest gently upon the shoulders of a young boy standing in front of her. Both of these ethereal beings stare out toward the audience and then downward into the darkness.
Very slowly a single white light begins to glow illuminating the frail figure of a young woman tightly curled into herself upon a simple narrow bed. Her name is Dancy Nancy…Lyra’s face glows with compassion, empathy and love. She then turns toward the entrance of other residents now beginning to filter into the ward. Four are in wheelchairs. All are dressed haphazardly, some even comically yet none are truly comical. They are feeble and pitiable. Heart-rendering.
The sparse interior of an Alzheimer’s health care facility. Stroke victims and Parkinson’s patients also reside here under the care of Dr. Wier and four nurses assigned to this unit. A tightly focused bluish light slowly rises to reveal an angelic being with pulsating wide-spread wings positioned somewhere above. This is Lyra. Her soft hands rest gently upon the shoulders of a young boy standing in front of her. Both of these ethereal beings stare out toward the audience and then downward into the darkness.
Very slowly a single white light begins to glow illuminating the frail figure of a young woman tightly curled into herself upon a simple narrow bed. Her name is Dancy Nancy…Lyra’s face glows with compassion, empathy and love. She then turns toward the entrance of other residents now beginning to filter into the ward. Four are in wheelchairs. All are dressed haphazardly, some even comically yet none are truly comical. They are feeble and pitiable. Heart-rendering.
The sparse interior of an Alzheimer’s health care facility. Stroke victims and Parkinson’s patients also reside here under the care of Dr. Wier and four nurses assigned to this unit. A tightly focused bluish light slowly rises to reveal an angelic being with pulsating wide-spread wings positioned somewhere above. This is Lyra. Her soft hands rest gently upon the shoulders of a young boy standing in front of her. Both of these ethereal beings stare out toward the audience and then downward into the darkness.
Very slowly a single white light begins to glow illuminating the frail figure of a young woman tightly curled into herself upon a simple narrow bed. Her name is Dancy Nancy…Lyra’s face glows with compassion, empathy and love. She then turns toward the entrance of other residents now beginning to filter into the ward. Four are in wheelchairs. All are dressed haphazardly, some even comically yet none are truly comical. They are feeble and pitiable. Heart-rendering.
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