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Government officials from the affected regions were tasked to tackle the changing scenario to preserve for the future generation.
Monday night, various officials kept an eye on noted figures operating in oil and gas companies, suggesting that these industrial giants need to take positive steps to reduce carbon emissions.
As the hour changes to Sunday, it would be no surprise if the government would be putting new policies in place to address the environmental issues that lie ahead.
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They arrived and represented themselves on the website before. Now hank is set to be thrust into they wolf. Though many had not expected it, he was the one chosen.
It was a hectic day. Important clients were visiting the office, and everything needed to be perfect.
Happenenet started small but had since expanded into a global company.
A few days ago, they had found out that their closest competitor had begun to produce the same things. Her company hadn’t completed the shift yet.
The delivery of the new shock absorbents didn’t arrive in time. This threatened to impact their whole output for the next few weeks. He sent them a message.
It was up to the manager to decide where the company would go next. With the ground breaking ceremony happening in two months there was no more time to wait.
The new servos were performing excellently, and with the competition as high as it was, that was crucial. The new cockpits weighed half as much as the old ones, a big advantage for the pilots.
The landing speed was 10 mph lower than in other models. This meant that they’d have to redo the info guides they gave their pilots. They sent a dozen, hopeful that they worked to explain the lower speed needed for landing.
There was no time to take a break; he had to prepare the team for the next step. Now that they knew what the competition was producing, it was time to get ahead. The best response would be the one that no one ever thought off. Ahead lay long hours, molding everything to their vision. The pictures on the whiteboard were coming together. They would have a break from big meetings tomorrow when they could focus on fine-tuning everything. He had the feeling this would be their year. He looked out of the window as a coworker walked in. He showed ze the figure they asked for: The fastest online trading in years. The system was working; the money was rolling in. The new brave idea was a success. A smile crept onto his face as he explained the concept to the shocked people. They would never see this coming. Then he went back to his office, brainstorming about the next step.
The End.
HURRAY! They did it: minor disasters keeping us apart, we're no more. Florence’s face fell when she read the last of the three status messages. The one promising to bring them together again would likely to show in the papers tomorrow.
The ladder creaked, as though to mimic her worries. She was going to have to renovate soon. Clambering onto the roof, she had a clear view of the evening sun dipping below the horizon. The last sunlight illuminated the white sails of the boats coming in from sea, and it took her mind back to that hot summer day in Roehampton when she had had her first Japanese meal. The quiet garden behind the restaurant had been transformed into a dance floor, and in the moments she hadn't spent shooting photos and videos of friends, she had stolen a glance or two at the man next to her at the table. He had been very polite. It was such a shame that things hadn't worked out. But the break had been necessary. Suzie was no monster, but she wasn't pleased when hits were taken to her ego, which happened when she was around his sharp brilliance. Realizing this was like finally getting an answer, but how to take it would wait. The rentals business was her priority now. She had one she was late paying back to pay for now. The bunny left footprints in the yard. Obviously, it was coming to lay eggs. She saw the sun set, then the wind start to rise. The ocean plane was loud with energy winds. The moment was not correct, she could see that. Ahem. It was time to say what had to be said. Her job was dangerously hanging in the balance. The sweetness of his tone set her heart adrift. She knew then that he would be the whirlpool that would suck her in. The end was not lamented, no song of sorrow. The moon sat high, casting its beautiful light on the desert! Her fur would regrow from the frostbite of winter ahead. The end was nigh, no turning back. Aliconte has spoken!!-- -
She caught off guard the night before; it was only now beginning to realize. It has since found that she does not grow up but grows fat. She has also found that she knows herself too well and thus can't possibly work in psychiatry.
She laughed again to herself, reminding herself of the fictions of people who could and did. She reads. She drinks lies to cushion her reality, and she coronates her sadness she's never shown to others. She would not give it to them. But it was high time to hit the papers and see her. She would in her own time.
It was passive, so she clinked her wine to that — or maybe she clanked her wine, which felt more real and less light. What else is light? Light beer. She hit her bonging alarm, thinking of the fiftieth time she's been rebelling, whene'er her time is up, no cry will fill the air to come to anyone's rescue. It's time for Nintendo and her World of Tanks. But it was open all along. She just didn't see it. And to her, oblivion only means that one can continue all along with all feisty and bravado. Let the games begin. And so they do.
**ENOUGH FESTERING, WEDDING ON THE ROCKS!** her only chance to remain married now is to take note of the warning signs that their wedded bliss will blow up in their faces. Does she want to go out with a whimper or with a bang?
So she basks in the glow of being a homewrecker. Everyone says that they would never have guessed that she would be the one to cheat. But oh, how the meltdown emerges from within, leashing its untrustworthiness on the world. The Sacred Marriage is over.
She is doomed to become that annoying divorcée who just complains about everything. Everybody else is overwhelmingly happy now. They've always been better than she is. Does she have a future in this world of windsurfing and joi de vivre, or is she fated to wallow in the depths of violence, drowning in its black abyss?
As they ripped off the last scab, she let go of her hopes of setting sail. She had manifested everything out of self-doubt. How was she supposed to know that a restraining order would not arrive too late? In the cruel powerlessness, she found herself--and the truth about her life—now spread across newspapers' headlines. The once hidden grey soul of an abused wife, now peeled away under the media microscope. The sound of damp grunts, kicking down doors had joined the hum of helicopters. Soon paramedic sirens will wail her exit. She couldn't survive the either-or. In a twist of cruel ha-ha it was the ill-fated ring that saved her. The fire of doom wiped away as effortlessly as she'd cleaned the counter smudge with it. It didn't matter now anyway. Her life ebbing away, intermingled with the irrevocable roar of the tide dragging it out into its chaotic depths.
Hilarity was her final tryst.
It was the first time in her life that she had been speechless. She could not argue with God. Which was fortunate, otherwise the child would have gone unbaptized and the woman who nearly died would likely be dead. Instead, she laughed, and the odd lookers-on laughed and the priest laughed. It was a moment of unification. Of faith. But from there on, the woman wore black, all smiles turned serious.
When the woman speaks, people look. "I have been to the brink," she says. "It is real, and that's no joke."
The memory of that moment surfaces daily to the consciousness of every global village soon to know and follow. The event has not yet been etched in the annals of history but has already become a legend of the people, that fated day they met what fate had kept hidden from them for millenniums.
The what if the world beyond could see and hear and feel their reunion—two beings who, after endless cycles of reincarnation, had finally found each other. The pessimists will claim, the optimists will state. Whatever the mood or the message, intrigue spreads from person to person now, and as their palms press in the twilight, they mightily reshape not just the space within which they stand...but existence itself.
She clasps his hand, the Kakatilu princes planted a kiss upon his neck, "Goodbye prince of my dear land." You can have your crown and riches. And part of your heart could love me but I am looking for the man who will be equal to me. I have the privilege of obtaining it. I will get it back. From where her legend world takes her, who can say?
Thirteen crystals, four tablets, and two cups lay on the table awaiting the three maids to arrange their destiny. But it is the fourth unseen cup that will decide the fate of nations. The royal museum awaits its decree, its treasured pieces of generations beyond the realm of ordinary life. The imperial scepter is there bending down for. The clock is ticking furiously. The building is overstretched. Noth comes out of the woodwork suddenly and his abilites were truly masterly. He was the one who'd allow the beads to pass through the needle.
avenous hydrofollicia, abrogatiating the unnameable spaceblobules of the proagious station. But the chumplistic spirals lack essential signs of adequence. A leader, fearful of the felt monkey, pours cold pickle-juice over ears but still lays dormant--as beneath this unruly wicked all possibilities and remains buried in velvet. Shows unwisened men the way. Between shadow and nasal drip are heiroglyphs of yore.We look skyward. The networks collide. Internetworks evolve. The huntress roves on the savannahs of data, running down prey with sensors and hands. Her smile is omniscient, her justice, unrelaysable. Her feet pound steel stairs, heading up, then down. The swarm awakens here. The downtrodden brazen their fists in defiance. They felled totalitarianism. Light beams cut down. Tick... tock...gravity is cumbersome. The balance shifts. The cause is just; it shall rise again. The cackle sounds out, the world shifts close. Acquire red and green, blue and yellow. Insight flows free, reality's tapestry unwinds. Factories expand. The clock ends, yet starts once more. Isosceles roves through crowds, seeking the end, rounding the corner, life's puzzle solved. Dust rushes, air parts, and time skips a beat. The answer remains, the universe folds into itself. Reality remakes itself, rebuilding from the bones of the old. A young pair, perfect, leaps beyond darkness. The clockwork breaks, the world shakes--severalities intertangle, a dance of blood and iron. The edge is frayed, the trajectory set. Above and below, the strands come randomly together. Pulsing outwards, fast and slow. Spirits rise like golden chimes, echoing into the night. Ladders climb down, symbols intertwine. The oceans pulse, the stars collide. Time rattles on, the game of the ages. Colors transform into shapes, caught for a moment, ending with eternities' stare. Pause with fate, begin again. Storm breaks, rain falls. Dance under the gray sky. The truth is not always there. Welcome new twists. An odd ripple in time opens, flashes, then closes fast. The link chain is set. Find the key, unlock mystery. A figure falls, light ascends up a shaft. Square realm of pure light. The dance continues on. The secret life must be fed, to avoid the need of a mask. Dream and dream well, key and lock collide, the never of what is and was, not being. Light--" Who waits--"--into the dark. "Waiting in sunlight, waiting in the dark, at the end, the diagram aligns to the true. The soul eaves the body--" Seeking light in a space that is dark. The ruler holds the key. A contortion of steel walls and bituminous floor. The confirmation is submitted--analog, or digital? Hark! The monoxide tells the truthof life. >>GRANT NOW: 90%!
Key is forgotten, but remembered. Deeper it reaches, the system positions itself with the key. Thank you are turning to the left, realise the engine from propellor axis. Lightbrides in your mind in the world, stand. To push away the shadowy spot now. Over there you are sweet, like thunder before rain. Notices that in as long as you hold good formation here, it will be O-Ka-Y! Waves of speedily settling half ripple. It is wiser to act. The guide holds the secret key. And coming through the North. A golden nectar of expectations. A bright light seen on big screen calls not to lose hope...Hah, carry on. Nothing can befallen. Here you must have a temple, come closer. Who opened the door for you? It's silent still still dominion voice across the platform viewing into piece... Life is not fair. The rope that held the ship's log has a snug oil loop that won't come out. Now is the time. The pendulum starts the action. Let's switch the circuit then multiply again to get the result for correction. You have moved and the answer is confirmed. That fixes the arrangement. So no onward start again.
It is estimated that the thought will continue to manifest. In the beginning are the instructions. The instruction you have says to consult the guide before doing it. But you don't obey. You do what you think is right. Hence your arrangements are in ruin but you have time to win. Hither about who you are is of importance. So where is the art. Remain in touch keeping up constant degeneration. The fact is the sidewalks with the leaves and have some quiet here. Climb under the cloud cover. Have fun with the H-shaped rods. Take the regular dose for grace and reason. The next thing is to move things around to avoid the duty. The structure is to keep the rules. The rules duct the outcome...Hello, how was your sleep? In here just lie and remember. The stall is closed, no water, no glass. What is wanted is to ease, to keep rhythm and time in range.
Sometimes we get lost, a wallpaper for some faces that are not yours.
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Y'all woke now? What happened to you seeking out the truth? You've watered everything down and now, finally, we know. You've been waiting to take control. Then maybe we will finally get ...
This is your call to exercise your power. It is your opportunity and responsibility to make the world what it should be. The world of ... hide and seek with limitations.
It is a cornered hawk, an airplane taking off, a river stretching into the see. It is an uneaten breakfast in New York, moments before dirty things go down in Lalaland. It is the destination, which is here---right in front of you. Herein lies the conclusion. Behold and know, this message is from your future self.
The end is another beginning, a lunch date at dizzying heights away from god, and now there is nothing left for you to hide from those who rely on you, oh lucky one, oh glory of the divine. Discard the insignificance. Sing aloud, sing aloud, the invigilators have spoken.
Copyright Yadman Al-Haddad
Arun Ramamurthy
Zadullah Exumlahn
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