Lake Lewisia #1228

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There was already a storm brewing as well, the day he blew up the beer tanks, and the clouds still had room enough to take up the aerosolized stout. Soon, it was raining a dark, rich brew for which the nickname of “liquid bread” was well-earned, but the tipsy frogs drinking from puddles were hardly the end of things. The yeast rain caused wild bread dough to proof up anywhere it found a bit of discarded grain, bubbling and expanding until some future summer day hot enough to bake the stray loaves.

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