The volcano, not the food.
Life and Death on Stromboli Volcano, Lighthouse of the Mediterranean
If you happen to stand on the summit at evening, and also you flip your flashlight off, all you possibly can see are diamantine flecks shimmering at midnight. In that second, you’re floating, untethered, in an infinite inky pool. The inevitable rumblings of the blackened earth beneath your toes ultimately remind you that you just stay on this planet. And when a jet of incandescent molten rock shoots skyward and illuminates the land like a flare, you’re feeling as if you’re staring down a dragon.
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