Day 71
I once saw a documentary on television about volcanos. There was one I think in the phillipenes that was slowly erupting, and a creeping lake of orange-hot lava inched its way toward a small housing community. Nobody was in serious danger, as the lava was spreading at a pace no faster than thick syrup over a plate.
But it was devastating. Everything in its path turned to fire, then to ash. One family desparately moved all their belongings out of their house, and as the lava approached a woman desparately cranked up the garden hose and had at it, in an effort to save the property.
Sometimes in life you can still win, and sometimes there's just no hope. Obviously this was the latter of the two, but perhaps her choice to put up that last little fight amounted to something significant.
The very next day, everything was gone under something like ten feet of solidified volcanic stone. The earth had simply outgrown her worldly goods, into something fresh, but barren.
But it was devastating. Everything in its path turned to fire, then to ash. One family desparately moved all their belongings out of their house, and as the lava approached a woman desparately cranked up the garden hose and had at it, in an effort to save the property.
Sometimes in life you can still win, and sometimes there's just no hope. Obviously this was the latter of the two, but perhaps her choice to put up that last little fight amounted to something significant.
The very next day, everything was gone under something like ten feet of solidified volcanic stone. The earth had simply outgrown her worldly goods, into something fresh, but barren.
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