The lava crept closer at 14 foot per hour. They insisted we evacuate our beloved homes. In 4 days they would be ash. I lie in bed non-compliant, unrepentant. 3 days, 2 days, one. I waver, I wonder. No one tells me to leave. Tells me to live.

I wander.

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