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Hawaii /Cauldron of the Crone 2002

A froth of turquoise topped waves pummeled the lava stone grinding asphalt-black slabs into bits which hugged the waters edge. Skeletal shards of white coral were scattered amongst the dried, scorched after birth. Relentlessly, the ocean pounded leapt with a jet-engine roar into the air. Balancing droplets of salt water upon lichen covered shelves and prominences of pitchy rock Growth in the cauldron of the Crone.

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Date: 1/4/2009 8:00:00 AM
Feel like I'm looking from the edge! Well done~ Carrie
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