The three year old was etching designs on the wall, after the dust storm. He saw the younger one displaying his art on the car.
Mike watched them in silence. His wife was looking around for the cleaning tools.
“Visibility is low. But we need to clean up.”
“Let it remain for some time.”
“But why? They’ll catch infections.”
“I want to see what they draw. Having a recognizable shape adds value. Anything that is scattered gets blown away.”
“Yeah”, she sighed, “Remember man you are dust and unto dust you shall return.”
“You exist because you have a shape.”

Interesting perspective, Reena.
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Thanks, Norah!
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Loved it Reena, thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with the tale weaver…
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Thank you, Michael!
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Wonderful…
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Thanks, Gaurav!
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