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dust dreams…


dust dreams of escape
from the boredom
of four dust
covered, grey walls
and being set free
to glide on a breeze
and land in faraway places
where it can dance all night
run all day
play on the beach
drink wine in the sun
have a lifetime of fun
without having to hide
for fear of
capture from the
big, angry duster
 

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The Autistic FellRunner

I am a 52 year old male with a late diagnosis of Asperger's Syndrome. I enjoy writing in all forms about people and life. I enjoy running over the moors where my mind can be free from the stresses of everyday life. I am currently studying for a PhD in autism and aging. I hope you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave a comment. Thank you for taking the time to visit my site.

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