The Rip in the World
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An unquiet bowl of orange rock-soup, filmed from above by a drone, played continuously on the sole television screen in the lobby. Standing in line with our luggage, we took in the boisterous sloshing of the lava, our wide eyes tracking each plume of gas against the soggy North Atlantic sky. It was a vision almost too dramatic to believe.
An unquiet bowl of orange rock-soup, filmed from above by a drone, played continuously on the sole television screen in the lobby. Standing in line with our luggage, we took in the boisterous sloshing of the lava, our wide eyes tracking each plume of gas against the soggy North Atlantic sky. It was a vision almost too dramatic to believe.