Instead, the obsidian began to sing again. My lava was splendid, splendid. It oozed up from the vent like toothpaste. The lava's outer skin became cold so fast that glassy, black, lovely obsidian was formed there. Most rhyolite magma is exploded out of the volcano, like I was.
Andesite lavas are rather rare, too, compared to basaltic lavas.
The obsidian fell silent. But he was wrong. It's traveling dust I once got from a toothless street vendor in Singapore. In your travels, maybe you'll find your roots. Logan spun the basketball on his finger tips.