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2004-05-15 - 1:26 p.m.

The End

When the fire came down from the mountain, the air smelled like a campfire, and I felt as cozy and comfortable as I was once, curled up on a great rock, with my ear to a speaker. It felt like the magnificent end to the world, the surreality weighing upon me as blizzards of ash rained down on us all.

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