Everything swept up in the dirt pile. "You can't get everything. There's always a few stray sprinklings of dust you can never get cleaned up."
But we'll see.
And we'll live.
And we'll love.
And we'll survive.
New born, and now the time of Clues. The gems of thought, sight, sound, tongue that stick out in the day -that strike the heart gut with the whim of some potential larger future.
Now things get
better.
