Nearing the end of our trail, Jose takes a side trek to show us fumeroles. At this spot, the Earth’s breath is moist and hot. There is a steady updraft of steam in columns as if it was squeezing up between clenched teeth. If you believe in dragon’s, you would call this dragon’s breath. When you lean over, the steam is warm, seductive. I hate to leave. Dragon’s cast deep spells.  
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