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But he also understood there would always be tough times, no matter how lucky you were, no matter how hard you worked. At any moment a black cloud could appear, out of nowhere. And when it did? You had to try your best to go on. Minute by minute. Day by day, with hope in your heart.

People got lost in dust storms, too, buried under piles of dust. Sometimes their bodies weren’t found for months.

With a deafening wooooooosh, wind and dust blasted into the house. Ray turned quickly away, but not before catching a glimpse of what was out there. Even after all these years and dozens of storms, the sight of the swirling black darkness chilled him to the bone. It looked evil, like one of the ghosts in Andrew’s creepy stories.

“Stay hopeful,” Ma had said. “You have to believe things will get better.”

Stay hopeful.

How was he supposed to stay hopeful when bad things kept happening?

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