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the weather conditions prevailing in an area in general or over a long period
the weather conditions
the whale congregations
the wisdom constructions
the wish ...
He had a lot of corners, certainly. For starters, take the names he gave his kids. What kind of a name was Ham? Sounded like a football team. His wife ...
Even if our predecessors had started from land with inadequate supplies, they would have managed well enough as long as they drifted across the sea with the current, in which ...
Simon heard a sound like metal falling from the sky, and the planks of the pier clattered under his feet. He pitched to one side and grabbed onto the corroded ...
I look at the horizon for a trillion, trillion years.
It will happen, perhaps, and I will be a witness. The earth will miraculously cure itself. Water will turn into ice. ...
Cape Farewell brings together leading artists, writers, scientists, educators and media practitioners through expeditions to the frontlines of climate change, so that they can see firsthand its effects. Together they ...
“Pebbles or sand?” she said.
“Sand, obviously,” I said. “But pebbles are alright.”
We stumbled towards the sea, the pebbles forming mini-cascades beneath our trainers. She hung onto my arm ...
Once upon a time, a couple of years ago, the Medway literati consisted of myself and Godknows. I feel this should be known. Just in case you hear it different.
Right ...
Its chief contribution to the UK
must be as a unit of measurement,
as night after night
a news desk declares
‘An area of Rainforest,
the size of ...
The pathway slides away as trees peer down onto the boy, his hand stuck in his mother’s. The benches sway like drunks, and a lamp-post, untoppled, guards manfully the walking ...
“It’s hot,” you said.
“Think of icebergs,” I said.
“Melting,” you said. “All melting. What happens?”
“When?”
“When we run out of ice?”
I put my arm around you, felt your bony shoulders.
“Don’t worry,” I ...
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All is quiet. My room is a white canvas freshly drawn on, the grass – just pencil sketches and her words are forty shades of green. Her metaphors are emerald, ...