dust

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We are dust. When we die our bodies turn into dust if were buried. We start from dust. We don't understand it, but we will get through it. There is dust everywhere. Dust is here, like where we walk, go to, breathe in. Dust may be your future child that you haven't thought about yet. Dust is in the ground. We came from dust and yet there is more to come. Dust.

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