I see dust devils through my day, while driving around this valley. Dirt runners, swimming along in the air. Without water the clay is dust. From dust, to clay, the hand of God created. Breathed life into clay nostrils. The breath of God is our soul. The dust devil, dirt runners. Continue to mimic the double helix dance of life.
It's not what you think it's what you believe. Patricia '96
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