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If you look into a shaft of sunlight streaming
through a window,
you can see the dust floating and
hanging with the gaseous air.
They dance together in the sun.
With imagination you can hear their song.
In windless rooms the dust will settle.
If left alone, it will accumulate.
No surfaces will be spared.
Feather dusters, microfiber wipes, or any old rag
can be used to clear it away. This works
temporarily.
Dust is a formidable force.
It never stops. It comes back again and again.
No dust is ever lost.
Are we dust personified? Are we Trojan dust?
movingforwardslowly 
