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And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes

  Hope was dormant: forced laughter erupted from volcanic lungs, the larynx undoubtedly perplexed by the infantry of air assaulting the moribund vocal chords.   Ashen gray breaths tightly dissipate, once held by a brotherly strength formerly unbeknownst, leaves the lungs, out the chest, sooner than condensed.   In that charcoal mist, nothing is discerned, … Continue reading And I, Too, Enjoy Island Volcanoes