Now I miss the dust; not the clouds trailing the heels of fleeing crowds -I miss the friendly brown sheets of earth - dancing with the wind during merrier times.Though the dirt reddened my eyes, all that cried was my eyes.Now my heart is crying out, for my old, peaceful dusty street.
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