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The blast direction revealed by the direction that the tree corpses lay upon the rocky mass grave sets the foundation for the constant stream of steam diffusing the light of the full moon, creating eerie patterns against the night sky which playfully creep alongside clouds which hug the haggard hills, and which bring with them creatures who seek refuge from the cool condensation amidst the creeping clouds.
The holes where trees used to stand sometimes lead to deep underground tubes and caves, created by lava flows, which dwarf the groups of hairless apes who flock to witness the hiccup in time, preserved until the next flow of lava is belched from her discontented belly.
Root sculptures of upended trees fill the landscape with their mutated Celtic knot beauty; twisted tendrils taper to truncated trunks.
Mount_Saint_Helens is a magical place which will pleasantly haunt my dreams for a long time to come.
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