Scarcely any of the billions of living individuals have
ever left their trace in an existing fossil, since the deposit of such a preserved fossil relies on very specific climatic / geological conditions to have occurred at the time of the organism's death.
Not exact matches
While we can
trace some of the causes behind these problems — from individual psychological dynamics to economic and political structures — we are still
left wondering: where did we go wrong and how did it
ever get to this point?
This Baby Safe Homes child safety gate is secured, will not fall on top of your baby or on top of the fire, and can easily be removed for the summer,
leaving no
trace it was
ever there.
The international team, including palaeontologist from The University of Manchester, found a new set of
trace fossils
left by some of the first
ever organisms capable of active movement.
If you've
ever looked at a schematic for an Apollo flight like the one on the
left, you'll notice right away that it
traces out a figure 8, which leads many to wonder why?
It
leaves no
trace that it was
ever there.
Coola's Matte Tint SPF 30 has the freakiest (and coolest) feel
ever: It goes on like foam dust,
leaving nary a
trace behind.
If you've
ever tried the «
trace your face in the mirror» trick only to be
left staring at a squiggly blob that resembles a puddle or fluffy cloud more than any sort of recognisable shape, we feel you.
But it's as pure an expression of Tarantino's voice as he's
ever mustered — easy to savor, even if the aftertaste
leaves a
trace of nasty bitterness.
He's constantly trying to outdo himself, to reach new levels of Josephness that will ensure that anyone who has
ever met him will carry some lingering
trace of Joseph Kahangi long after he has
left.
Like the full game the Knife of Dunwall gives you free reign to tackle levels and enemies however you wish with the tools at your disposal, be it going in guns blazing with pistol and knife, slitting throats for the shadows or never
leaving a
trace to indicate that you were
ever there, ghosting your way through the entirety of the DLC.
There can't be many others remaining, and few more obscure than Mr. Spillenger, who
left scant
traces... When Mr. Spillenger's two sons, Paul and Clyde, started cleaning out his apartment a few months ago, they found the remnants of a career even they hadn't fully comprehended: hundreds of paintings and drawings stacked against the wall or stuffed under the bed, works that probably no one except their father had
ever looked at.