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In 100, by Cait on November 8, 2018 at 9:56 pm

Midday, there was a literal shift in the air. What began as a sunny clear day, quickly became clouded with ash-filled air.

From which California fire this smoky air came, I did not know. Yet, with every inhale I took, I smelled the thick smoke, the culmination of all that was burning–from the foundations of people’s homes and their possessions to the surrounding golden brown hills and existing plant life in between.

Tiny particles floating through the air–carried long distances from whence they came–eventually falling upon new ground. A return to Mother Earth in order to form into something new.

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