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August 23rd

On top of the highest mountain I have ever been and I shouldn't stop but the talk of the top and the talk of it higher and growing producing more magma expiring more gas- it's frightening- fighting to stay where I am but if I let this grow I'll be happy with the potential to fall to be burned to be solidified among solid black rock To be igneous.
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