Old Lessons, New Challenges [Black Ink®]
Imagine a life filled with dust. Inhaling, only to choke on dust. Eating it on every scarce bite of food. Seeing a dust outline on the bedding when you wake in the morning. I’ve been reading accounts from the Dirty Thirties, and I don’t know if I’m drawn into the unimaginable awfulness of it all or the amazing hope.
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