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March 16, 2007

Jim: A Pain In The Ash

Amaranta pulled her cloak tightly around her to ward off the pre-dawn autumn chill. The massive ash cloud, underlit with the crimson rock spewing from atop Vesuvius, already blocked most of the northern sky.

“Hurry, children,” Mama had said while Amaranta helped her little brother, Cipriano, into his boots, “We must leave now.”

“But we are many miles from the mountain, Mama,” Cipriano replied. “After all, this is not Herculaneum.”

Mama grinned. “If I am wrong then we can return, little man. But for now, we will go.”

Amaranta sighed and turned to catch up with the families fleeing Pompeii.

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