The droplets of water plunk down from the damp ceiling, ploink. Ploink. It sounds like a dripping faucet in a vacuum of silence as we all stand, meters below the surface of the earth, eyes adjusting to the nearly black surroundings. Ploink. Ploink. Ploink. It’s cold down here. Far colder than the day I envisionedContinue reading “In Earth’s belly: the Škocjan Cave”
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