Day 50 of 35

It was January. There was the smell of sulfur in the air, and for weeks earthquakes swarmed the hot springs. One after another they came; Steamboat jerked as if moved just a little lower and to the left each time. The baby kicked. He was under her ribs now, and she worried that there wasn’t enough room left inside of her to hold him much longer.

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