The churning quickmud continually finds new places to rupture, wherein one or more mini-volcanos, spraying incandescent cinder-dust, erects its small cone, lava filling the cracks. Here and there a swaying tower finally succumbs— note one on its side and getting swallowed up in the foreground, its masonry yet surprisingly intact.
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