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 A SPECK OF DUST is a collection of short stories that plays in my mind like earworms.

 
 
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Faces

Updated: Jan 6, 2019

When my siblings and I were growing up, my grandmother was always around. I grew up knowing her face so well. She was the martriach (and I was honored to be in her favor all the time). I witness how her face grew wiser and older and I have those phases of her imprinted in my mind.


I see my aunt often but not my cousins. For two consecutive days, I've seen one my cousin... he's a really smart guy and serious (which convince me that we're 1000%related). There is something in him that is very familiar... he's got our grandma's eyes.


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