dust by Chris Mansell
there are times when you should listen to the world I think like for instance the time a meteorite came through the roof and through the ceiling and landed on my desk in the middle of the papers and things undone to say it smouldered would be to become poetic but it did smoulder and I was sitting there at the time about to pick up my pen then I was covered in dust fragments of roof deaf with surprise and there it was not too big not peculiar except for it not being where it should be or perhaps exactly where it should be as I say a message
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