Black Diamond DustHere in the mountains, we're raised on soupbeans and Grandma's stories. We learn how to count using company scrip, and never see a real dollar bill unless someone brings one back from town. You know all your neighbors by name, and treat them all as if they were family. Life is hard, but it seems simple. To you no one is poor, because we all have the same amount of everything. All the houses are the same-- little white boxes stained with the same black dust that stains your daddy's fingers. Every home is different, though. Some homes fill with the aroma of Russia, GBlack Diamond Dust
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"If I was sure of to match my mood with thine, I should never think again of trifles, in relation to thy comings and goings... and I respect thy genius: it is to me as yet unfathomed... thou art to me a delicious torment. Thine ever, or never."
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