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  THE MAGIC OF THE ETNA VOLCANO  

The incomparable smell of this black-brown, sandy-stony earth.

Lava fields, yellow blooming fragrant broom, origano, gnarled oaks, dry leaves rustling in the wind, bees concert in flowering chestnut trees.

Breathtaking beauty and dark terror, close together.

And wherever I stand:

Etna points to the sky.

One understands - nothing is here for eternity.

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Author: For the publication of this text the geologist has jumped over his shadow

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