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Volcano Silently, unheard by the conscious ear the land gives birth to itself. Deep under the seas of life we hear the groaning of the red, red wealth of anger stored up. No longer resting serene, the sea boils in lava lust surging, undulating, raising stronger through the water's body, thrust on thrust upwards, towards the dream. The surface breached, new land is made, formed out of fire, birthed in steam it stands waiting while life's seeds invade. The forge stilled, the seas rest and silence rules again on ocean's breast. |
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