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Bone-weary and empty of joy, the young mother knelt in the graveyard of dust and death. Malevolent grasshoppers and constant grime had devoured nature’s beauty from her family’s lives. Simple delights of butterflies and spring blossoms were now murdered by the drought and laid decaying all around her. Her face raised to the heavens now dimming with hovering dust, she shook her tight fist. Cursing the rules and traditions she once trusted, she anger screeched through the air, “This weather has cheated my children.” The young mother pleaded, “Will my children just remember our cheerless eyes and filthy hands? Lord, what can a mother do?”
Dirt, dust, topsoil, earth, disorder, bugs, pestilence, and illness dropped into their lives from the heavens above, seizing the aspirations and futures of the people she loved.
This book is out-of-print.
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