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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...There's never a dull moment,'' says Burke Shire Mayor Annie Clarke, whose tiny council oversees the 225-km stretch from Burketown to the border. Floods create much of the drama: monsoonal rains and cyclones regularly swell Gulf Country rivers and send stormy seas surging across the low coastline. Early this year, floods inundated 6,000 sq. km of Burke Shire, turning Highway 1 into a chain of atolls; supplies had to be dropped to some settlements by helicopter. At Floraville station, 73 km south of the town-and 80 km inland-the homestead was an island for two weeks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Off the Bitumen Track | 8/7/2006 | See Source »

...small towns like that not want to go back? I asked a few friends who have left Mangalore. Their reasons varied from a feeling that the talents and knowledge gained over the years would be unappreciated in Mangalore to a sense that life there is dull. Money has brought a lot of changes to the city, and not all for the better. I always dreamed of going back to sleepy old Mangalore, beneath its canopy of coconut trees. But with every visit I realize that that dream will stay a dream because the place is rapidly changing. Sharath R. Nayak...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: India Ascending | 7/18/2006 | See Source »

...Most of this awkward time she has been quiet, with a dull gaze that harbors reproach, for him or herself or both. At one point she touches her dark shirt to brush off something we can't quite see - is it her chagrin, her defeat, the evidence of her lover's passion? Then, Jean plays the gentleman and makes a fatal mistake. He says, "I forgive you." And she explodes in a derisive giggle. Even more than the insult, he senses the threat. "Then this letter is not the worst of it?" he asks, and she replies, like a death...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Off With Their Hearts! | 7/14/2006 | See Source »

...convoy waddled across the sand, the world she saw was flat, dull and yellow-brown, except where the water had turned the dust to reddish paste. The big trucks had been breaking down since they left the base in Kuwait, giving in to the grit that ate at the moving parts or bogging down in the mud and sand. Her convoy followed the route that had already been rutted or churned up by the columns ahead, and every time a five-ton truck hit a soft place and bottomed out, the 33 vehicles in Jessica's convoy dropped farther behind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Jessica Lynch: Book Excerpt: Wrong Turn In The Desert | 7/12/2006 | See Source »

...Only, one must be slightly more inventive in a different language. So, my first week in Beijing wasn’t the usual rush of the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, and the touristy splendor of the Palace Museum. It was mostly my textbook and me holed up in a dull hotel room. Barred from English, the language of home, I dreamed of such a place itself. I’ve never been so far away, I kept thinking; I’ve never been so far from everyone I love. But somewhere between the 120th and 125th vocabulary terms...

Author: By Mary A. Brazelton, | Title: Flying a Crimson Flag | 7/7/2006 | See Source »

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