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The smoke rose from the mountain top as flames shot high into the air.
They looked on in awe as ashes covered them like a snow storm. The entire village was covered, fast being buried. They would never again know a world where the air was clean and pure. 

The word is ashes the limit for September is 125 words this post comes in at 49 words.

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