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a dust bowl story

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In those days, seemed like there was a storm every week. When there wasn’t, the dust blew around so much anyhow, they started thinking the sky would never be blue again.

That Sunday morning, they woke to a sky as blue as anyone remembered. The girls played with the dog, chasing the chickens around the dirt lawn. The ga…