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| Photo: Aerial view of a snow-covered Mt. St. Helens |
The gentle stir of unrest grew until the rumblings could no longer be ignored. She knew that big changes were coming, even though some of those living closest to her thought she would never be anything other than firm and steadfast. She felt the pressure growing from deep within; a rage that needed an outlet. Finally, on May 18, 1980, she could take it no longer, and with a rush of emotion, she transformed the top third of her peak into a billowing cloud of steam, dust, and ash. Boulders flew and entire forests bowed down to her. No longer, she thought, would anyone dare to underestimate the power of Mt. St. Helens.
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Linking up again this week with Six Sentence Stories. Prompt word: mountain. Go read the other entries, and feel free to submit your own!
What a great perspective on that event. Great take.
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DeleteAT least from our perspective, Nature has a fury we need to respect.
ReplyDeleteIt was amazing to me even then that there were some who refused to evacuate.
DeleteWell done! A very poetic telling of the power of Mother Nature.
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DeleteGreat build and ultimate finale!
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DeleteI love how you told the story of Mount St. Helens erupting.
ReplyDeleteAnd I loved your Mt. St. Helens story, too!
DeleteWe need never underestimate the power of nature. Great take on the cue.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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