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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