As the sun rose in the sky, the wind picked up. Specks of pumice were lifted like sandpaper grit - smashing into the few obstacles on the surface sparse landscape. There was little chance to escape the constant bombardment.
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| Through the Cold Steady Wind As the sun rose in the sky, the wind picked up. Specks of pumice were lifted like sandpaper grit - smashing into the few obstacles on the surface sparse landscape. There was little chance to escape the constant bombardment. |
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