Sentences with phrase «dead seas around»

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Like the weary sailor, the refugee from wreck and storm, who escapes half «dead, and then, in terror, shudders with dread at the very mention of the name of the «sea»; who swears he'll never sail again, who raves he'll stay home, even on the calmest days, but then, in time, forgets his fearful ways, and seeks, again, his fortune above the waves; I, too, have barely escaped the storms that revolve around you, my love, traveling far away, vowing to avoid another catastrophe, but I can't; the thought of you breaks my resolve, and so, I return to where, on that fateful day, Inearly drowned in your tempestuous sea.

Apol... I know my reasoning is valid because snakes can't talk, 600 year old men can't build a boat and float 2 of every animal on the planet around for a year, the Red Sea can't part, men can't rise from the dead, and a host of other nonsense that Christians believe just can't happen.

I received a bottle of AHAVA Dead Sea Crystal Osmoter X6 to review from BeautyPress and I was really excited to try this out because I love AHAVA products and I've been looking for something to help target the fine lines I'm starting to get on my forehead and around my eyes.

That fits with analysis of sea - floor sediments, which suggests that a dead zone of around 600 square kilometres formed here about 40,000 years ago.

The team used information from boreholes drilled around the Dead Sea to estimate the depth of different layers of clay, gravel, salt, and sand and their respective particle sizes.

Caleuche Chasma is named for the mythological ghost ship that travels the seas around the small island of Chiloé, off the coast of Chile; according to legend, the Caleuche explores the coastline collecting the dead, who then live aboard it forever.

«A treaty means political recognition to sovereignty rights around the Dead Sea,» he says.

These rare, relatively unexplored, deep - sea ecosystems — lively communities that spring up around dead cetaceans that sink to the seafloor — are called whale falls, or organic falls.

There are pioneers attacked by bears and left for dead; aviators crawling from the wreckage onto snow swept mountains; and lots of people adrift, afloat and abandoned in seas around the world.

Not only is the Dead Sea the lowest point on earth, but it's waters in which you float, are famous also for their healing properties and the muds are bottled and sold around the world.

Before arriving in Peru I'd hiked up to an altitude of 2650 metres in the Picos de Europa, and my skiing trips to the Sierra Nevada mountain range (also in Spain) had seen me descending from heights of around 3000 metres above sea level, but this was nothing in comparison to the summit of the Dead Woman's Pass, which lay 1200 metres above the pinnacle of my experience thus far.

Why Am I Dead At Sea revolves around conversations and item descriptions, and as such, there is very little in the way of traditional gameplay.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

The new version of Google Earth allows users to mouse around under and over the seas, click on video clips of hydrothermal vents, read up on which seafoods are being harvested unsustainably, look at marine dead zones and sanctuaries and the like.

Note the «hiatus» described in this paper seems to correspond to an extremely dry period around the Dead Sea, as well, as described by Frumkin in his paper.

The land around and under the Dead Sea is also rising.