THE SMELL AND THE COLOR OF DUST

[clockworkthug]

When I was ten and my sister was eight, our house was under renovation. It was our mother’s first foray into interior design, and just like a bipolar scientist, our home was to be the first of many experiments under her overzealous aesthetic scalpel. Everywhere we looked there was the debris of her architectural conceit: sacks of cement, sawed-off

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[anonymous]

:(

[kittnpunkie]

This was beautifully written, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

[clockworkthug]

thanks!