A little girl is trying to grasp air with her hands, she can feel it, she can feel tiny particles. 

It is frustrating, she can't hold all of them. They feel like very tiny dandelions in hot air. 

No... It wasn't air, it was what everything was made of but it felt like air, there were so many particles and they moved in a frenzy.


I was groggy. It was a slow heavy summer evening and I was settled deep in my mind, subconsciously irked, trying to grasp these particles. I just couldn't grasp anything!

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