Just as I walked away from all the heart-throbs of life, everything began to fade. Fades gave new aspirations to dust, they dropped and I drooped. I tripped over a pen. "A home!", a soul yelled As wind gusts in which I shivered, removed the dusts, designs scintillated Just dust and nothing more. Over them I s a w y... Is there something to 'hush hush' for a owner of dusts? ;) Again hands on #tdd_musings. @hermit- the sage Zoya💜⁷