It's all dust.

The burnt stuff is ashes.

A lot of old stuff has become ashes.

It lies around and swirls back and forth.

Sometimes the winds carry it a very long way.

These are some of the tales it has heard while drifting.

These are wailings to the unreceptive and calls to inaction:

To trace a message in the dust: ashes on dust

On what might be heard when ash commandeers CD players.
One might hear more at Ceremony, held every Monday evening in Boston.
There are more on livejournal but not yet transferred here.

Pictures Of A Random Nature, But In Sequences
including some artsy craftsy glasswork

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