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Post by Alex on Jun 13, 2009 11:54:17 GMT -8
Deep below the frozen surface, sulfurous water bubbles in the dark. It boils until it shoots into the ice land above, sprinkling the snow with ash yellow. The smell of sulfur settles acidly to the ground in the cold air. It lingers poisonously around the stunted trunks of long needled pines and flows noiselessly around the three towers that jut from indents in the snow. They reach blindly into the white sky, while their insides see deep into the earth.
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