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This is a playful image at first glance—small metal figurines appearing to dance into a glowing portal of light.
I was at my father’s house when I noticed the scene. Above the fireplace are Southwestern-style cutout metal figurines he had picked up years ago, likely in Arizona. They rest along the brick mantel, usually just quiet decorative pieces.
But on this particular evening, something unexpected happened.
My brother, who lives with my father, had recently brought home a projection lamp. At the time, my mother was in the later stages of Alzheimer’s. She was bedridden, and we had created a peaceful space for her in the living room. I was there helping care for her, and my brother was especially focused on making the environment gentle and beautiful—anything that might bring a bit of comfort or visual interest into her world.
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