DayThree.🛩: Q U A R A N T I N E

To be washed clean, his persistent demand, not simply of the dirt on his hands.

Cleaner food, cleaner water, cleaner lovers, cleaner daughters.  You see, he discovered a paradox when he cleansed the Vaulters.  Blacker snow, blacker rain, blacker crib, blacker game – the only way he knew to raise his dwelling was to afford another for Tom, Dick, and Bell'ing; a love of their own and a passionate home, with a Cako guarantee that none shall see.


DayThree: Weird, huh?
DayThree: H.H.