8/10/10 a dry touch strokes the land the wars continue the fable of wealth is told again and we believe it truly exists behind its gates out of sight (learning about dust and less again there are fables of this too only where did we leave them? this heat makes it hard to think even hard to see) we need all the tales ever told and fear they're lost or we have gotten too old to remember or else we're too young to know what to do with them if or when we find them