No cure for blinding.

The dust of the sun was cassava root and clover and raw, milky groundnuts.

I cracked open the door. I was still at the age where I knew holy ground immediately –

if we could taste the dust of the sun, scientists’ say, it would taste like raspberries. If you should find the home of the sun, Scandinavian folklore warns, hide in a trunk so you won’t be blinded –

I opened the door.

The dust of the sun was stolen sweeties of boiled su…