the age of dust inevitably beckons every fleeting precious second brings us closer swings their way dust thrives on time born of decay it spreads from old books unloved lofts neglected hay barns ghostly wafts of sunday stuff our musty past once thought long gone now back at last ...
resarf poetry 
Great shot =)
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ta Ana
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Sweet. I like dust too, especially old book dust, dusty shelves. That’s why I never vacuum.
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sounds like a plan, thanks
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wonderful
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cheers aruna
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Superb. 😊 Your style, word joining, bring so much here.
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nice 1, ta
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