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Archive for Sep 26, 2011
Dune
Sep 26, 2011 by Naomi.
The cedar fence could pass for a sand dune as I look out across the shelter belt. I took a closer look at the Pasco trucking emblem on the midnight blue door of the tractor that pulled the long white trailer into the shelter belt sometime after Tim left yesterday. Why it brought to mind Frank Herbert’s stories of the sandworm I can’t figure but it did. Dune. Children Of Dune. Those tales of science fiction filled my imagination of sacred spices needed by the worms and when sampled by a human eventually turned him into one as well. I am not sure I will re-read the fantasy but I was struck by the recall when I looked out from my sun room this morning. Yesterday’s hard wind might have brought sand in the air but no big sand world. I think I will go to the library and look at the series just for fun.
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