The up turned shards of earth's crust stretch to the horizon and the dust of the valleys rise in whirlwinds to the ever celestial blue bowl of sky.  The interpretive panel tells us curious citizens would gather where we are now to witness the mushroom clouds and pink dust that would rain down upon them. Never knowing they were taking in their death as they did. Mile after mile the land stretches away, and the once placid eons settled firmament is shattered with craters a mile wide, still casting upward and into all who approach, the shredded parts of G_d's creation, poisonous death to all who come near. 
     What discovery of G_d's hidden works will be found by those who will themselves to go around the candle flame of G_d's Power until the pink dust settles and it's poison is no more?

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