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The forecast claimed that there would be good cloud-fishing tomorrow, so the seamen went out and replaced all their sails with giant nets, checked to make sure the engines and the rowers were ready to go, and told their wives to pack only very solid food for them to take--cold cuts or sandwiches wold do, but soup might cause some problems. They ( Read more... )

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I can't take it any more. 5 to 4, standing, watching winter getting closer and closer. Every twelve hours, going out and measuring the frost line. Bundling up in anoraks and furs and goggles, stumbling out into summer and roasting, continuing to walk until I reach winter's edge. I've already sent back that we're going to need to move the cabin ( Read more... )

The storm postcards started arriving in her mailbox in winter. It was a little amusing then; somebody was sending her mail! How pleasant! But then storm season got closer and it became less entertaining. Was somebody trying to threaten her? Did that make any sense? How could somebody threaten her with storms, that were surely beyond the ability of ( Read more... )

It was the end of the world and we were fighting over whose sweater it had been originally. Of course, we didn't know it was the end of the world. Nobody did. We all thought it was just another storm, and they'd gotten worse and worse from our childhood, so even when the power blinked out, we didn't think much of it. We had our hand-crank radio and ( Read more... )

The snow globe stayed dull and unreflective even as snow tumbled around her. Nayla stared in horror at it. All these years, the snow globe had been in her care, under her guidance. It was her role to see that the fall of snow was right for the year and the needs of the farmers. It was her care. And now, though she stood on the tallest mountain ( Read more... )