Lake Lewisia #1035

As the sky clouded over, people braced again a sudden squall of wind that blew in flurries of soft, drifting white. Instead of rosy cheeks, though, it brought a spate of sneezing and running noses, tickled by the swirling down. The autumn molt had come to the many odd ducks and other fowl of Lewisia, and the resultant feather storm brought the town a strange preview of winter.

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LL#1035