The smoke was so thick and oppressive, entire mountains disappeared. Marlette Peak?  Erased from the horizon. Cave Rock? I looked in its direction and saw a blank nothingness. The water in Lake Tahoe was a sheet of glass. Still and calm, but stripped of all its colors. Just different shades of gray.  But the worst part was how sick I felt. Nauseated. Eyes burning and red. Lethargic. Depressed. The best way to describe my ennui: Blah. I just felt gross.

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