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Fine Dust

I keep my belongings very clean. My house, my car, my laptop... all of them are generally clean. Each day I wake up to my regimented living and go about cooking, washing and doing the dishes as if these were the only things I care for. Maybe they are, I am not sure of what the answers are. And then one day you asked me why I have this OCD to cleanliness, and I told you... I am afraid of fine dust. 

Each day that I wake up, I dust every corner of my living, every piece of instrument I handle, and every space I populate. And I will do it every day of my life. I am afraid of fine dust. I will not allow it to invade any corner of my being. Whatever I do, wherever I am, I need you to live in me everyday, just like the way you lived in me the day before. No haze shall take you away from me. No dust will ever settle on any memory of you in me.

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  1. Great line: "I am afraid of the fine dust."

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  2. Greetings from Washington, D.C.!

    I discovered your blog by means of "The Way I See It." Your writing style is so simple and eloquent, not to mention "readable." I'm going to look at your website when I have more time.

    I do hope you make an excellent living from your writing! It would be such a waste if you sold insurance or managed a bank. Mundane does not suit you!

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    1. Thank you beth. I live in many parts, some of them are mundane :)

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