The dynamite didn’t explode.
“I have no idea who fired it,” Berry said with a smile. “It wasn’t me.”
The sun fell low. Berry left his lawn chair and headed to a cliff on the outskirts of town. As he gazed at a tableau of spring-fed streams, spiky lava fields and outcroppings and granite walls, he said: “This is the most beautiful place I know on Earth.”
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