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July 19, 2019
Trees explode where the fire burns hottest and heated air pushes sparks along, picking up grit and debris, funnelling smoke clouds through the valley ahead of the fire. The wind now has a voice: sounds rise as the heat and flames, catching the temper of the storm, run towards you. When the foothills catch, the sound as the fire climbs is a full-throated roar rearing out of the valley behind black clouds that dim sunlight into smudged orange and red patches. As the fire banks by a cliff, the wind shifts north, leaving smouldering blackened trunks and settling soft ash.