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Plumes

November 13, 2014

Michael didn’t want dad using the internet on his game machine. I was syncing it with my laptop. Dad went to a few dodgy websites. Both computers were infected with the notorious Michael Jackson virus. A blue, 8-bit Michael Jackson winked at us before the screen went black. Dad didn’t realize that he had just ruined our electronics, and was simply annoyed that he couldn’t upload his photos to Instagram.
There were huge plumes of ash flying past us on our right. The others only seems marginally worried about it, but I knew we needed to get down from the mountain as soon as possible. I kept reminding them about what happened to the people on Mt Ontake.
When we passed the pond, the rare flying beaked llamas made an appearance on the boardwalk. They were not shy and I thought they were hilarious. I took a few photos and other tourists noticed me taking photos so they did too.
We took refuge in a glasshouse as the ash engulfed us.

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