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Walking down a desolate undulating path of pumice and glass shards, each precarious step reminds that the old flow is alive. It breathes. Pele's limited hospitality greets with plumes of cumulous smoke, a confetti mixture of boulders, lava and sulphuric spray. This mixture is tossed to over one hundred feet and carried by the tropical winds as a greeting card in all directions. Yet each guest arrives with ...