Stopping to admire a bit of description

“Everything was cloaked in gray: oyster gray, charcoal gray, pewter gray, mold gray, storm gray, and ash. Scraps of ash floated through the air for weeks and found their way into everything, from the butter to the tea. The rains turned the ash to mud. Frost painted the ground the color of a gravestone, ashes trapped in ice.”
— From Laurie Halse Anderson’s Chains

Because I can both see and feel that, vividly.

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