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Growing up in the Pacific Northwest, I’ve been to the Ape Caves south of Mount St. Helens a number of times. I went once with some family friends, again with a youth Bible Study group and a third time with a group of people I can’t remember how I met. The cold, dark lava tube has a homey yet…

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They both woke up in mourning but not knowing what it was. The clock said it was time to rise but there was no pink blaze on the horizon. They checked their phones, those machines collaborated by laser beams and satellites, and the robots confirmed —  it was half past the last gasp of summer…