Sentences with phrase «planting powerful time»

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The Chernobyl nuclear power plant exploded 29 years ago on 26 April 1986, releasing radioactive particles into the air that were 250 times more powerful than the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

Humans are powerful agents of evolutionary change: Wild animals and plants that are hunted or harvested evolve three times as quickly as they would naturally, according to a study from the University of California at Santa Cruz.

The energy will be multiplied by the New Moon — an extremely powerful time for new beginnings: planting new seeds and putting new cycles into motion.

This product Crazy Bulk testosterone Max (Testo - Max) is a powerful mixture of extracts from plants which ensure safer and desired results within a short span of time.

The olive oil gallbladder and liver flush is a powerful, and time - tested practice, but I believe it is best done after two or more weeks eating entirely plant - based, organic, alkaline meals first.

Give it time, and I suspect it will become obvious to all how powerful these plant - based diets are.

I used to get really nauseous when drinking green tea (or any powerful tea) on an empty stomach as well, but after being on a whole foods plant based diet for a long time, my stomach began to handle it fine.

Flowers, the crowning achievement of the plant kingdom, hold powerful healing for our modern times.

Meet Fire Peashooter, Pepper - pult, Bonk Choy, Laser Bean, Pea - nut, and the prickly Homing Thistle: Just a few of the powerful new plants that will defend your lawn through time.

They plant the zeppelin with many time - delayed TNT Barrels, and they escape to watch it fall on top of the Kremling's factory, which causes a powerful explosion.

The famous Mario brothers, Donkey Kong, Wario and even the seven Koopalings chuck red turtles shells at each other to win the different cups, except this time, they'll do so across cool anti-gravity tracks with new weapons like the powerful Super Horn and Piranha Plant.

, 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 extended time during which the plant can run without solar radiation and the improved efficiency of using solar heat mean that Gemasolar's production is much greater than that which can be achieved with other technologies in an equally powerful facility.

One of the most powerful slides McDonough uses in his sermon shows the completed Ford plant, with the largest green roof ever constructed at that time.