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[art_school_grrl]

Standing in my mother's back yard, I find myself in the midst of one helluva summer dust storm.  The sky is filled with thick, heavy whitish-gray clouds which hang abnormally low to the ground overhead.  The air between the ground and the sky swirls with dust and debris, reducing visibility and lending a gray cast to everything.  I hear my brother-

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[ajfish]

Is that the end of the dream?

[art_school_grrl]

no, but the rest of it is....not fit for posting.

[ajfish]

not fit for posting

For reasons that it was too graphic and scary or for some other reasons?

Just curious. I wanted to hear the rest by the time I got to the written end.

[art_school_grrl]

"too graphic" would suffice.