Word: moonlit
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...South Korea puts its athletes through some of the most grueling training in sports, and its archers may face the toughest regimen of all. Archers regularly go on forced moonlit marches. At past sessions, they have handled snakes, practiced nighttime combat-style beach landings and run up mountains while carrying boats. Physically demanding, the weird regime also hones the mental toughness archers need to consistently plunk arrows into a bull's-eye 70 m away. But a few athletes are fighting back, criticizing such workouts as not worth the risk. Midway through the August training camp, which was meant...
...Taliban supreme leader Mullah Mohammed Omar and suspected Saudi terrorist Osama bin Laden have houses there. "What are you waiting for?" a neighbor yelled at Barasna. "It's suicide to stay here." A turbaned Taliban commander in a Land Cruiser roared by, kicking up dust, heading for the moonlit road across the desert to Pakistan. "Look at the Taliban run," the neighbor shouted before running inside to pack his belongings. Later that night, Barasna, an energetic woman in her early 30s, donned her head-to-toe burka veil, padlocked her house and headed into the night with her husband, five...
...Isaac and Ishmael," Wednesday night's special, terrorism-themed episode of "The West Wing" - earnest in its tone, admirable in its charitable intent and God-awful in its condescending pedantry - if irony had been dead, it has by now clawed itself out of its coffin and is roaming the moonlit countryside looking for revenge...
Kayaking back to our boat, we sailed until sunset, dropped anchor in a secluded cove and stretched out on deck to watch meteors flash across the night sky. Out in the bay, lights from squid fishers bobbed on the horizon like fallen stars. Behind us, moonlit rock giants towered over the still waters and silver beaches in their timeless repose. In the dark silence, Ha Long Bay was holding onto its beauty...
...Prostitutes work the crowds. Dancers spin fire chains over their heads alongside ladyboys on raised platforms. The music is deafening, dominating. Those too bombed to dance hug their knees and watch the palms, the sparkle of the sea swells and the men urinating in the waves like some mute moonlit video...