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roof. It had taken a score of masons a score of years to hammer the pitons for all those, hanging from their work as they progressed. Yet they were as nothing compared to the eighty-eight major rings that clustered near the , dragging their unfortunate manipulators with them.
But eighty-eight had been installed, huge as rainbows, rusty as blood. From them the dragons sense Liessa's presence. Air swishes around the cavern as eighty-eight pairs of wings unfold like a complicated puzzle. Great heads with green, multi-faceted eyes peer down at her. The beasts apex of the dome. A further fifty had been lost in the old days, as they were swung into place by teams of sweating slaves (and there had been slaves aplenty, in the first days of the Power) and the great rings had gone crashing into the depths

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you’re serious about creating the habit of reading, what’s important is finding a time you can read every single .
In forming habits, you want to be as consistent as possible. So mark an “x” on your calendar every day you do the habit, and try to keep your unbroken streak of “x”es going as long as possible (Jerry Seinfeld’s trick).
A habit is much easier to form if it’s something you enjoy, not day — often that’s early morning or late at night (or both). For others, it might be during their lunch break. You only need to read for 10-20 minutes a day to form the habit.Also find a place that’s comfortable, and read there every time. Make sure it has decent lighting, that the temperature is nice, that you’re in a good chair or couch or someplace that you can relax in without falling asleep (although there’s nothing wrong with sleep).Be sure to shut off distractions such as the TV, Internet, phones, Blackberry or iPhone, radio or other Let reading be a quiet tim

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acceptable limits for carbon dioxide is a judgment call.
"That's really a political decision because there's more at issue than just the science. It's the issue of what the science says, plus what's feasible politically, plus what's reasonable economically to do," Oppenheimer says.I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.” - Jorge Luis Borges
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A teen-ager wrote to me the other day, asking how he could build the habit of reading — he spends too much time on Facebook and playing video games.
The short answer: read amazing, fun, exciting, lovely books that you just can’t put down!
I’ve been a life ong reader, so the pleasure of a good book is one of my favorite things in the world. I love to lose myself in the world
But despite this grim prognosis, Solomon says this is not time to declare the problem hopeless and give up.
"I guess if it's irreversible, to me it seems all the more reason you might want to do something about it," she says. "Because committing to something that you can't back out of seems to me like a step that you'd want to take even more carefully than something you thought you could reverse."

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than the outside. And why all these strange lights? They were eight-sided crystals set at regular intervals in the walls and ceiling, and they shed a rather unpleasant glow that didn't so much illuminate as outline the darkness. And whoever had done those carvings on the wall, Twoflower thought charitably, had probably been drinking too much. For years.
On the other hand, it was certainly a fascinating building. Its builders had been obsessed with the number eight. The floor was a continuous mosaic of eight-sided tiles, the corridor walls and ceilings were angled to give the Twoflower looked at him sternly. "What things?"
The demon coughed nervously (demons do not breathe, however, every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time corridors eight sides if the walls and ceilings were counted and, in those places where part of the masonry had fallen in Twoflower noticed that even the stones themselves had eight sides."I don't like it," said the picture imp, from his box around Twoflower's neck."Why not?" inquired Twoflower."It's weird.""But you're a demon. Demons can't call things weird. I mean, what's weird to a demon?""Oh, you know," said the demon cautiously, glancing around nervously and shifting from claw to claw. "Things. Stuff."

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I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose it must be one of the risks of the job."
Twoflower regarded him thoughtfully.
"I might be able to help there." he said. "Risks are my , this food is a bit greasy, isn't it?"
"You did say you wanted to try some typical Morporkean food," said Rincewind. "What was that about risks?"
"Oh, I know. "That's a funny word. Wossit mean?"
"Well suppose you have a ship loaded with, say, gold bars. it might run into storms or be taken by pirates. You don't want that to happen, so you take out an ensewer-ants-polly-sea. I work out the odds of the cargo being lost, based on weather and piracy records for the last twenty years, then all about risks. They're my that's what you said. I didn't believe it the first time either.""Oh, I don't take risks. About the most exciting thing that happened to me was knocking some ink over. I assess risks. Day after day. Do you know what the odds are against a house catching fire in the Red Triangle district of des Pelargic? Five hundred and thirty-eight to one. I calculated that," he added with a trace of pride."What-" Rincewind tried to suppress a burp- "what for? 'Scuse me." He helped himself to some more wine"For-" Twoflower paused. "I can't say it in Trob, I don't think the beTrobi have a word for it. In our language we call it-" he said a collection of outlandish syllables."Inn-sewer-ants," repeated Rincewind

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make it look like your idea that he's coming, and not his, they'll be really impressed. They'll think you're able to call him here from far away. They'll think you can do anything."
"Yes..." lofur had been alone on the ice as a young bear, on his first hunting expedition, and had come across a solitary bear. They had quarreled and fought, and lofur had killed him. This in itself
The great bear was helpless. Lyra found her power over him almost intoxicating, and if Pantalaimon hadn't nipped her hand sharply to remind her of the danger they were all in, she might have lost all her sense of proportion.
But she came to herself and stepped modestly back to watch and wait as the bears, under lofur's excited direction, prepared the combat ground for lorek Byrnison; and meanwhile lorek, knowing nothing about it, was hurrying ever

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the basket as a tern. Roger's daemon came out to look, but crept back again soon, for Roger was fast asleep, as was lorek Byrnison. Only Lee Scoresby was awake, calmly chewing a thin cigar and watching his instruments.
"So, Lyra," said It was the first thing Lyra wanted to know.
"Yes, among other things. But you are tired now, and it will be a long flight. We'll talk when you wake up."
Lyra yawned. It was a jaw-cracking, lung-bursting yawn that lasted almost a minuteSerafina Pekkala. "Do you know why you're going to Lord Asriel?"Lyra was astonished. "To take him the alethiometer, of course!" she said.She had never considered the question; it was obvious. Then she recalled her first motive, from so long ago that she'd almost forgotten it."Or... To help him escape. That's it. We're going to help him get away."But as she said that, it sounded absurd. Escape from Svalbard? Impossible!"Try, anyway," she added stoutly. "Why?""I think there are things I need to tell you," said Serafina Pekkala."About Dust?"

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were heading; but the snow was falling thickly, and the sky was dark, and presently she became too cold to peer out any longer, and lay down. She and Pantalaimon could feel each other's thoughts, and tried to keep calm, but the thought of John Faa dead...And what had happened to Farder Coram? And would lorek manage to kill the other Samoyeds? And would they ever manage to track her down?
For the first was hungry, and there was nourishment in it. After chewing it, she felt a little better. She slipped her hand slowly into her furs till she was sure the alethiometer was still there, and then carefully withdrew the spy-fly tin and slipped it down into her fur boot. Pantalaimon crept in as a mouse and pushed it as far down as he could, tucking it under the bottom of her reindeer-skin legging.
When that was done, she closed her eyes. Fear had made her exhausted, and soon she slipped uneasily into sleep.time, she began to feel a little sorry for herself.After a long time, the man shook her by the shoulder and handed her a strip of dried reindeer meat to chew. It was rank and tough, but she

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Other worlds?" John Faa said. "Pardon me, sir, but what worlds would those be? Do you mean the stars?"
"Indeed no."
"Perhaps the aren't part of this universe at all; even the furthest stars are part of this universe, but the lights show us a different universe entirely. Not further away, but interpenetrating with this one. Here, on this deck, millions of other universes exist, unaware of one another...."
He raised his wings and spread them wide before folding them again.
"There," he said, "I have just brushed ten million other worlds, and world of spirits?" said Farder Coram."Nor that.""Is it the city in the lights?" said Lyra. "It is, en't it?"The goose turned his stately head toward her. His eyes were black, surrounded by a thin line of pure sky-blue, and their gaze was intense."Yes," he said. "Witches have known of the other worlds for thousands of years. You can see them sometimes in the Northern Lights. They

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Then it became clear: a little thing like a weathervane, with four sails black on one side and white on the other, that began to whirl around as the light struck it. It illustrated a moral lesson, the Intercessor explained, and went on to Coram and the other leaders, looking troubled.
John Faa spoke:
"Lyra, child, Farder Coram has told me about your reading of that instrument. And I'm sorry to say that poor Jacob has just died. I think we're going to haveexplain what that was. Five minutes later Lyra had forgotten the moral, but she hadn't forgotten the little whirling vanes in the ray of dusty light. They were delightful whatever they meant, and all done by the power of photons, said the Librarian as.So perhaps Pantalaimon was right. If elementary particles could push a photomill around, no doubt they could make light work of a needle; but it still troubled her."Lyra! Lyra!"It was Tony Costa, waving to her from the jetty."Come over here," he called. "You got to go and see John Faa at the Zaal. Run, gal, it's urgent."She found John Faa with Farder

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Tell you what," said Tony, "I'll bring you back a walrus tooth, that's what I'll do."
Lyra scowled. For his part, Pantalaimon occupied himself by making monkey faces at Tony's daemon, who closed her tawny eyes in disdain. Lyra drifted to the jetty and hung about with her new companions, dangling lanterns on.
Beyond him Lyra could see the other men around the table, with bags of gold stacked neatly, and papers and pens, and glasses and a crock of jenniver.
"I want to come north," Lyra said so they could all hear it. "I want to come strings over the black water to attract the goggle-eyed fishes who swam slowly up to be lunged at with sharp sticks and missed.But her mind was on John Faa and the parley room, and before long she slipped away up the cobbles again to the Zaal. There was a light in the parley room window. It was too high to look through, but she could hear a low rumble of voices inside.So she walked up to the door and knocked on it firmly five times. The voices stopped, a chair scraped across the floor, and the door opened, spilling warm naphtha light out on the damp step."Yes?" said the man who'd opened it

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involved. Nearly half the respondents in an October survey on the site Greenlight Community copped to hugging co-workers. But with the other half still greeting palm to palm, the consequences of a mismatched gesture can be painful--and not just because of the possible harassment suit. On the siteTHE ASS-OUT HUG Nothing touches below the shoulders. Reserved for the office, bad dates and references to Vince Vaughn
THE HIP-HOP HUG A.k.a. the man hug and the hetero hug. Shake with right hand and hug with left, two slaps on the back Miss(ed) Manners, etiquette blogger "Dave" recalled extending a hand to a client who simultaneously went for a hug. The unfortunate outcome? "I punched her right in the crotch."THE FULL FRONTAL Total body contact, heart-to-heart embrace and firm squeeze. For parents, children and good friends

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involved. Nearly half the respondents in an October survey on the site Greenlight Community copped to hugging co-workers. But with the other half still greeting palm to palm, the consequences of a mismatched gesture can be painful--and not just because of the possible harassment suit. On the siteTHE ASS-OUT HUG Nothing touches below the shoulders. Reserved for the office, bad dates and references to Vince Vaughn
THE HIP-HOP HUG A.k.a. the man hug and the hetero hug. Shake with right hand and hug with left, two slaps on the back Miss(ed) Manners, etiquette blogger "Dave" recalled extending a hand to a client who simultaneously went for a hug. The unfortunate outcome? "I punched her right in the crotch."THE FULL FRONTAL Total body contact, heart-to-heart embrace and firm squeeze. For parents, children and good friends

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"The number of times you been told about going out there-Look at you! Just look at your skirt-it's filthy! Take it off at once and wash yourself while I look for something dece"I think-"But what Pantalaimon thought had to wait, because someone began to shout from below."Lyra! Lyra! You come in this instant!"There was a banging on the window frame. Lyra knew the voice and the impatience: it was Mrs. Lonsdale, the Housekeeper. There was no hiding from her.Tight-faced, Lyra slid down the roof and into the gutter, and then climbed in through the window again. Mrs. Lonsdale was running some nt

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It's a good thing I didn't," she whispered back. "We wouldn't have seen the Master put poison in the wine otherwise. Pan, that was the Tokay he asked the Butler about! They're going to kill Lord Asriel!"
"You don't ," she said. "There's another robe or something here. I'll put that on the floor and make myself comfortable. I've just got to see what they do."
She had been crouching. She carefully stood up, feeling around for the clothes hangers in order not to make a noise, and found that the wardrobe was bigger than she'd thought. There were several academic robes and hoods, some with fur around them, most know it's poison.""Oh, of course it is. Don't you remember, he made the Butler leave the room before he did it? If it was innocent, it wouldn't have mattered the Butler seeing. And I know there's something going on-something political. The servants have been talking about it for days. Pan, we could prevent a murder!""I've never heard such nonsense," he said shortly. "How do you think you're going to keep still for four hours in this poky wardrobe? Let me go and look in the corridor. I'll tell you when it's clear."He fluttered from her shoulder, and she saw his little shadow appear in the crack of light."It's no good, Pan, I'm staying

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Lee pointed, and Grumman said, "My thoughts exactly, Mr. Scoresby."
His daemon, gliding and circling above, tipped her wings and sped to the ravine on a billowing updraft. The men didn't pausecomes naturally," said Grumman. "We have to learn everything we do. Sayan Kotor is telling me that the ravine leads to a pass. If we get there before they see us, we could escape yet."
The eagle swooped down again, and the men climbed higher. Hester preferred to find her own way over the rocks, so Lee followed where she led, avoiding the loose stones and moving as swiftly as he could over the larger rocks, making all the time for the little gulch.
, climbing on as quickly as they could, but Lee said, "Excuse me for asking this if it's impertinent, but I never knew anyone whose daemon could do that except witches. But you're no witch. Was that something you learned to do, or did it come natural?""For a human being, nothing

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To get offline access, you first need to download and install a small program called Google Gears (except if you're using Google's Chrome browser, which comes with Gears built in). Then, after you enable Gmail's offline capability, the system will download two months of your most recent messages, which should take 30 minutes to an hour. Now you're good to go: When you're offline, type your browser, log in—yes, Gears enables you to log in even when you don't have a Web connection—and there's your e-mail. Though I work fromand rarely find myself away from a hot Wi-Fi connection, I shut off my router and parked myself on my couch for about an hour yesterday. I loaded up Gmail on my laptop, and it responded seamlessly—I could read, search through, and respond to any with just a few tens of thousands of messages, which for some people message I'd received during the last two months, all through the familiar Web interface. Eureka! I'll never again be mailless on a plane, a subway, or anyplace else where you don't have the Web but do have a lot of time to kill.Desktop e-mail presented its own challenges, though. People who were serious about e-mail tended to archive all their messages. But desktop e-mail apps performed poorly when overloaded with mail; Outlook, for instance, crawled to halt if you stuffed it

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The worship of Zeus, a god traditionally associated with mountains, became popular on Mount Lykaion during classic The connection between myth and history doesn't apply solely to ancient Greece. Many ancient cultures worshipped gods that had links to both the spirit and physical worlds.
Real-world spots mentioned in mythic or sacred texts often become places of worship or temple locations or, like Mount Lykaion, vice-versa. This especially applies to birthplaces or Homes of the Gods, such as:
Heliopolis, Egypt: Though largely destroyed and swallowed by the sprawl of Greek antiquity, said the team, made up of archaeologists from the University of Pennsylvania, Arizona, and the Greek Archaeological Service.Younger, higher levels of the trench have yielded silver coins, a bronze hand holding a lightning bolt and petrified lightning in past dig seasons. All are clear dedications to Zeus, indicating that the use of the god's altar on Mount Lykaion was likely unbroken for several millennia.Myth and history

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Tilt your chin slightly downward.
2. Get a higher camera angle.
3. Be willing to pose for a lot of pictures till you find the look that works.
4. Hmmm. Her pictures still look better than mine.
Next up, Don Phillips, . When he works with regular people, he gives them the simplest instructions—down to earth things to do, things they can relate to—to get them to have fun. His advice for my shots:
1. Tilt I want immortalized.
Finally, my upstairs neighbor and freelance stylist extraordinaire, Roshawna Jackson assuages my dismay at being unable to master the art of the pose. “Modeling is harder than we think it is,” she said. “Celebrities are definitely coached. They’re taught.” She suggests:
1. Never look directly into the camera. Look at the eyes of the photographer your head—just a slight incline—to look sassy and fun, a happy-go-lucky kind of look.2. For more of a pout, imagine your boyfriend has been away for a month. Now he comes back and wants to watch football. Imagine the look you’d give him.The head tilt does indeed make me look happy-go-lucky, but I’m not sure my “What the HELL are you thinking?” look is the one

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Hello," she said. "You're Lyra, are you?"
"Yeah. What's your name?"
"I'm Sergeant Clifford. Come along in."
Lyra thought this young woman had a nerve, acting as if it were her own laboratory, but she nodded meekly. That was thesaid.
"Nothing difficult," he said, smiling. "Come and sit down, Lyra."
He pushed a chair toward her. Lyra sat down carefully, and heard the door close itself. Dr. Malone was standing nearby. Pantalaimon, cricket-formed in Lyra's breast pocket, was agitated; she could feel him against her breast, and hoped the tremor didn't show. She thought to him to keep still.
"Where d'you come from, Lyra?" said Inspector Walters. moment when she first felt a twinge of regret. She knew she shouldn't be here; she knew what the alethiometer wanted her to do, and it was not this. She stood doubtfully in the doorway.In the room already there was a tall powerful man with white eyebrows. Lyra knew what Scholars looked like, and neither of these two was a Scholar."Come in, Lyra," said Sergeant Clifford again. "It's all right. This is Inspector Walters.""Hello, Lyra," said the man. "I've been hearing all about you from Dr. Malone here. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.""What sort of questions?" she

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alive, most of them kicking.
Barack Obama's inauguration day was the final straw for Jimmy Wales, Wikipedia's founder and visionary-in-chief, who declared that it was time to break with the tradition of "anything goes". That was the day two senior senators, Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd, sparked a flurry of concern about their they left the inauguration lunch on Capitol Hill – in Kennedy's case, in an ambulance after a seizure. Anyone who reacherevelation of Janet Jackson's nipple during the 2004 Superbowl, to put a time delay on the broadcast. From now on, he proposes, editing the biography of a living person will be a two-stage process; anyone can still make a revision, but it will have to be flagged as "approved" by someone higher up the Wikipedian d for Wikipedia for the latest facts found that someone had prematurely filled in 20 January 2009 as the date of their deaths. Whether the editors were motivated by malice or whether they were taking what journalists might call "a flyer" in the hope of being first with the news, the incidents prompted another round of unforgiving headlines about Wikipedia's tendency to err.
Wales is following the lead of the embattled TV bosses who

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same men! And even that rope had frayed and been reknotted in precisely the same spot, and she knew it intimately, having been tied up in that very sledge for several agonizing hours… What were these mysteries? Was there only one world after all, which spent its time dreaming of others?
And did. And what Stanislaus Grumman had had done to himself, according to the Jordan Scholars who'd known him. Lyra looked around quickly, saw no one nearby, and took out the alethiometer.
She focused her mind on the central skull and asked: What sort of person did this skull belong to, and why did they have those holes made in it?
As she stood concentrating in the dusty light that filtered then she came across something that made her think of the alethiometer again. In an old glass case with a black-painted wooden frame there were a number of human skulls, and some of them had holes in them: some at the front, some on the side, some on the top. The one in the center had two.This process, it said in spidery , because the bone had healed and grown smooth around the edge. One, however, hadn't: the hole had been made by a bronze arrowhead which was still in it, and its edges were sharp and broken, so you could tell it was different.This was just what the northern Tartars

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were human affairs she was inquiring into, this was a human matter; Lord Asriel's god was not hers. Was she becoming human? Was she losing her witchhood?
If she were, she could not do it alone.
"," she said. "We must talk to our sisters, Kaisa. These events are too big for us alone."
And they sped through the roiling banks of fog toward Lake Enara and
, for no man had ever been known to join a witch council.
"I'd be greatly honored," he said. "I may have a suggestion or two of my own."
All through that day the witches came, like flakes of black snow on the wings of a storm, filling the skies with the darting flutter of their silk and the swish of air through the needles of their cloud-pine branches. Men who hunted in the dripping forests or fished among In the forested caves beside the lake they found the others of their clan, and Lee Scoresby, too. The aeronaut had struggled to keep his balloon aloft after the crash at Svalbard, and the witches had guided him to their , where he had begun to repair the damage to his basket and the gasbag."Ma'am, I'm very glad to see you," he said. "Any news of the little girl?""None, Mr. Scoresby. Will you join our council tonight and help us discuss what to do?"The Texan blinked with surprise

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winning humorist and author of Compassionate Laughter: Jest for the health of It. Cartoon caricatures, slapstick comedy, and clowning articles are all based on exaggeration, she notes.
16. Develop a silly routine to break a dark mood. It could be something as silly as speaking with a Swedish accent (unless you arewith a pig. You both get dirty, and the pig likes it."
18. Experiment with jokes. Learn one simple joke each week and spread it around. One of Klein's favorites relates to his baldness: "What do you call a line of rabbits walking backward? A receding hare line."
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need him. I haven't got a job anymore, and not much money in the bank, and I wouldn't be surprised if the police are after me...He'll be the only person in my whole world that I can talk to about all this."
They walked on through the silent streets, past a square tower with a doorway opening into darkness, past a little cafe they had to be careful where they cut through; so the women followed on behind, through the moonlit streets of Cittagazze. On their right a wide and graceful parkland led up to a great house with a classical portico where tables stood on the pavement, and out onto a broad boulevard with a line of palm trees in the center."This is where I came through," said Mary.The window Will had first seen in the quiet suburban road in Oxford opened here, and on the Oxford side it was guarded by police, or had been when Mary tricked them into letting her through. She saw Will reach the spot and move his hands deftly in the air, and the window vanished."That'll surprise them next time they look," she said.It was Lyra's intention to go into Will and Mary's Oxford and show Will something before returning with Serafina, and obviously

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"But if she loved him..."
"Well," said Mary, "love is ferocious, too."
"But he loved my mother," said Will. "And I can tell her that he was never unfaithful."
Lyra, looking at Will, thought that if he fell in love, he would be like that.
All around them the quiet noises of the afternoon hung in the warm air: the endless trickling sucking of the marshwhere the blue of the sky paled at the edge of the sea, and the sea took up the pallor and made it sparkle through the shimmering air.
She showed Will and Lyra how to gather a particular kind of mollusk by finding their breathing tubes just above the sand. The mulefa loved them, but it was hard for them to move on the sand and gather them. Whenever Mary came to the shore, she harvested as many , the scraping of insects, the calling of gulls. The tide was fully out, so the whole extent of the beach was clear and glistening under the bright sun. A billion tiny mud creatures lived and ate and died in the top layer of sand, and the little casts and breathing holes and invisible movements showed that the whole landscape was telling the others why, Mary looked out to the distant sea, scanning the horizon for white sails. But there was only hazy glitter