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© Maggie Steber As her memory loss wore on, I decreased Madje’s medications because some of these hasten death and I didn’t like seeing her overmedicated, something that can easily happen in assisted living facilities and with doctors. But she slept a lot anyway, just tired from life, I guess.  So I photographed her sleeping quite a bit. Sometimes I think it was to get used to seeing what she would look like when she was dead but one was nothing like the other at all. I love this photograph.  She’s a so beautiful here, her long skirt swirled out, her face reflecting her Native American heritage, her favorite little stuffed kitty—she always loved cats.  She is so peaceful here and the light comes in through the window like some prelude to going on. — Maggie Steber

© Maggie Steber

As her memory loss wore on, I decreased Madje’s medications because some of these hasten death and I didn’t like seeing her overmedicated, something that can easily happen in assisted living facilities and with doctors. But she slept a lot anyway, just tired from life, I guess.  So I photographed her sleeping quite a bit. Sometimes I think it was to get used to seeing what she would look like when she was dead but one was nothing like the other at all. I love this photograph.  She’s a so beautiful here, her long skirt swirled out, her face reflecting her Native American heritage, her favorite little stuffed kitty—she always loved cats.  She is so peaceful here and the light comes in through the window like some prelude to going on.

— Maggie Steber

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Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer

“In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries the reminders of every glove that layed him down or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame, ‘I am leaving, I am leaving’, but the fighter still remains”

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And as the lights go down, I lie down with him. And as I’m lying there I can only smell your hair. Its like your across the hall with your ear glued to wall and as I move to let him in I can feel you crawl under my skin.

One Short Night - Grace Potter & the Nocturnals

Its like my ipod knows what did last night. Grace Potter always has a song for how m feeling