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dust another one bites

We woke up to a spectacle. A suffocating spectacle. The whole camp was eerie and thick with fine powdery particles of dust suspended in still air. There was not enough wind and the dust lingered long enough to coat everything.

The dust was so thick it obscured the view of the parked Chinooks behind the blurred Huey.

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