Monthly Archives: December 2012

I Don’t Know… Newtown Blues

Dust motes, dropped from stars to earth, formed into clay, small golems of hope, Dylans and Chases, Madeleines and Anas. And others. So many others. Dust finds water, binds, then… draws water from others, when it breaks, when it shatters, when … Continue reading

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