Dusty's like the wind tha blows thru this sleepy lil town.She will roam from dawn til dusk if the sun is shining down.She stops to smell the flowers or watch the children play.Then as lifted on a breeze she hurries on her way.Is it tears or desert sweat that stain her weatherd face?Does she wander to be free, or to find her place? Is she lonely lost or sad no one stops to see, all to busy with thier lives for Dusty Tumbleweed .#AlexFlowersChallenge & #Alexims08