“The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.” 15 more words
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Whilst in Essex during Christmas we went out to the coast and in the cold evening walked along the banks as the sun set and the tide came in and the wading birds made the most of the disappearing sands. 21 more words
The message to Gov. Rick Scott from a growing number of South Florida residents is clear: Buy U.S. Sugar Corp. land south of Lake Okeechobee now. 361 more words
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.