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Published: January 31st 2018
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FUEGO
AT SUNSET FROM ROOFTOP ADIOS VOLCAN
One should never turn his back to a volcano certainly never her back certainly never at night and never when the moon is a silver slice hammock hanging the sun sunk behind Acatenango black and imposing brother Fuego standing to her right the sky purged heavy clouds melding with the great dark sky early stars sparkling through and she shouts oh my god oh my god look and seven people turn out there on the roof to see Fuego spewing forth into the night an enormous showering plume of red molten rock glowing electric into the sky then falling through the air a cosmic firework to land flowing down then sparkling orange down Fuego's shoulders down down then fading but Fuego again erupts not yet exhausted a bright fire geyser from deep earth a beatific halo glow and then cascading again igneous boulders for certainly they must be called something more than mere rocks and slowly the river of thick boiling red mud fades to black on the mountainside and what is left is simply Fuego's silhouette a perfect truncated cone adios hermana y hermano volcan adios
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