I think I’d want to be an active (as opposed to dormant) volcano. I could lie on in wait for extremely long periods of time, lulling the masses into a false sense of calm and bliss, and then suddenly without any warning, unleash my fury and wrath by rumbling and exploding and spewing forth the pent-up collection of rocks and gravel and mud and ash all over the surrounding countryside. Or, I could be a jutting peninsula encircled by a warm body of blue-green water. Meh, I’m flexible.
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