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[zandrea]

Dust is an unforgiving reality that I will never be able to control. I know I would be a better person if I could just accept that. The wind is unbelievably loud. It keeps whipping my screen door open to slam it shut. I could close and lock it but there is something about the disruption, as obnoxious as it is, that keeps me temporarily distracted

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[supercrush]

Perhaps you would like to tell me that dust is made up of people and stars and other romantic things that are meant to put me at peace with it. I already know all of that and I am not at peace.

I read this and really just ached for a minute for the comraderie we shared in those rare in person visits. xo

[sapphoid]

this is a strangely beautiful testament to humanity and motherhood, I am moved by it... at first I was going to write to you with suggestions about caulking the gaps in the moulding, etc... suggestions on How To Make It Better. Then I realized that this is really beautiful and I re-read it and am moved by it.