Word: riverred
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From Mozambique to Miami, people faced flooding of biblical depths. In Africa in February, two weeks of heavy rain were followed by the fury of Cyclone Eline. With it, land near the Limposo River was swamped; by early March at least 200 Mozambicans had died, a million were homeless and 10,000 remained stranded in trees or on rooftops. In the fall of 1999 Hurricane Floyd dealt Florida and the Southeast a glancing blow that left people bailing; the rains of autumn 2000 left the same folks wondering if inundation was to be an annual ritual. In Miami in October...
Thirteen of a thousand faces: center, as Capt. Henry St. James (The Captain's Paradise, 1953). Clockwise from top left: Herbert Pocket (Great Expectations, 1946); Agatha d'Ascoyne (Kind Hearts and Coronets, 1949); Professor Marcus (The Ladykillers, 1955); Colonel Nicholson (The Bridge on the River Kwai, 1957) General Yevgraf Zhivago (Dr. Zhivago, 1965); Adolf Hitler (Hitler: The Last Ten Days, 1973); Professor Godbole (A Passage to India, 1984); Sigmund Freud (Lovesick, 1983); George Smiley (Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, 1980); Ben (Obi-Wan) Kenobi (Star Wars, 1977); King Charles I (Cromwell, 1970); Prince Feisal (Lawrence of Arabia...
...Scuse me, but cry me a river...
...presidency, Clinton is desperate to leave an environmental legacy that will not be swept away like last year's leaves. Just last week he decreed the preservation of 84 million acres of coral reefs in Hawaii, his EPA ordered the long-delayed dredging of chemical waste from the Hudson River, and he started a new effort to salvage the Kyoto treaty to fight global warming after negotiations broke down in the Hague last month. With a flurry of pronouncements this year, he has locked away from loggers and developers more public land in the lower 48 states than any other...
...harvest"? I see them in her poems that breathe women in a blaze of upsweeps and backyards and ballads, in her children dancing between urine and violets, in her singing to us between the sleeping and the waking. And as she entered into our 21st century bloodstream, paddling a river of risks, she became the color of bells, set sail on the wind and sailed home. Said hello to our own goodbyes...