Dust is – The dust in the air (I hear Mouse crunching his dry food behind me – like the sound of being tackled really hard in rugby: gristle and crunch) – the dust in the air is in the air, and the air isn’t empty. My cancers (working). Our house is on a quiet road but two doors away from a busy road, and thirty pace away from a petrol station, and with…
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