Smoke filled the valley coming into Idaho. Where there were mountains now you could not see mountains and dusk came early from the thick haze. Bring some rain we pleaded in a circle dance, dancing all night while the flames shot forty feet into the dark sky.
Who can save us from this char-filled air, breathing in the remnants of fire hundreds of miles away over the Canadian border? Last night it stormed all night in Zion.
Lightning strikes the earth
Twenty fires in Idaho
The state is burning
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