Word: flower
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...grandmother’s old Singer sewing machine, under my fourth floor window, and looked out over the white flower box filled with her pink, purple, and white impatiens. They tumbled over the sides of the box, pampered by her green-thumb treatment. That was 1993 and I was six years...
...others have fewer inhibitions. Circles of people writhe, hands turned upwards, arms limp, like flower children from another decade. Ahhhhh, sweet liberation. A pair of music lovers cavorts by us, locked in mock battle. One shoots invisible missiles (an automatic weapon?) at the other, in time with Ratatat's pulsing guitar. The other falls to the ground, body trembling. His partner joins him. Lots of rhythmic twitching. The song ends. A final twitch. FlyBy thinks hard about the pros and cons...
...camp, which is more like a sprawling village with flower-filled parks and tree-lined avenues dotted with old-fashioned white lampposts, is home to 3,418 people, about a 1,000 of whom are dual citizens with non-Iranian travel documents issued by Western governments including the U.S, Canada, Australia, and the European Union. It has become an irritant to Baghdad's increasingly close ties to Tehran. Iraq wants to close it, on the grounds that its residents are "terrorists" and "illegal foreigners." Still, deadlines for doing so have come and gone (the most recent was in late March...
...more delicate shape; then he drew lines around the vessel with a traditional Japanese calligraphy pen, tilting his work on the wheel to create different patterns. As he did this, he explained that often he draws these lines freehanded, but sometimes he conceives of a pattern, such as a flower, beforehand. Once he outlined the patterns he wanted, Niisato carefully drilled holes along the lines he had made, using differently sized drill bits depending on what size holes he wished to create. The distances between the holes gave the appearance of having been measured with a ruler, but, in reality...
...bottles and flower leis litter the crunchy black rock at the feet of an elderly woman in a bright red mumu dress singing an ancient mele. Her voice echoes to the bottom of the deep and dormant Halemaumau Crater, the sacred centerpiece of the Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and the home of Pele, the feared and revered Hawaiian volcano goddess (gin being her favorite, fiery drink). Tourists in shorts stop and stare at the scene, their heads bowed down in geological reverence. (See pictures of volcanoes...