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The fuzz was everywhere. Not the police (if you are of a certain generation). No. It was the Milkweed, I suspect, releasing its spores into the breeze, and everywhere, the fluffy white seeds were flying, landing, congregating. I had kept my car windows open, and there they were, passengers in the seat, expecting a ride. I found one on my shoulder, and another tried to make its way into my nose. I sneezed it away. There's a relentlessness to nature, made visible on days like this. #smallstories