oh dahlia, my dahlia.

“Death is patiently
making my mask as I sleep.  
Every morning I awake to discover
in the corners of my eyes
the small tears of her wax.”

It has been 67 years since we lost dear Elizabeth.  In her honor, I elected to have some photographs taken for her anniversary.  She has been a figure of prominence for me for as long as I can remember, and although her story is a tragic one, it is one that I have grown to derive many lessons from. 

Rest in peace, darling girl.
July 29, 1924 – January 15, 1947
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