The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

You dream of the road. It is not a road of tarmac or gravel. It is a ribbon of pale dust, stretching into a fog that tastes of iron and old rain. You are walking. Your feet do not touch the ground. They hover, trembling, inches above the surface. You are light. You are heavy. You are the weight of the years your mother carried in her back. You are the silence that fills the room after she spoke...

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