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Monday, May 31, 2010


Holy Sinkhole!

. . . this picture of a giant sinkhole in Guatemala City is the real deal. The region has been battered by a tropical storm, a volcano and now a giant urban sinkhole!

The image comes from the Guatemalan government . . .
Posted by Peter at 9:34 PM
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1 comment:

Collin Kelley said...

Surely, some giant monster is going to crawl out of that hole. Get Doctor Who on the phone.

June 01, 2010 9:14 PM

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