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  #MtStHelens - October 21st on top, November 1st on bottom.

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  + Remiel looked toward the distant installation, trying to imagine the scene when the bombs fell. “The Germans had some very good aircraft,” Joshua continued, “and their pilots were dangerous opponents. But the British had an advantage the Luftwaffe struggled to overcome: they knew when the enemy was coming. The Germans attacked several radar stations in the summer of 1940, and Ventnor was badly damaged. The British managed to restore their warning system, though, and the Luftwaffe never succeed...

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  Highway 20 in #Washington is awesome, but not out of season.

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  + Being a wickie at St Catherine’s Lighthouse had its good points, Marcus thought. His wife, Ariel, visited him once a week, on Shabbat. The lighthouse grounds also doubled as a meteorological outstation, which occupied Marcus’s time in a way that never grew tedious. During daylight hours, six days a week, he sent hourly reports to the Meteorological Office in London by teleprinter. The lighthouse required its own machinery and regular supplies, but Marcus was never tempted to divert any fuel fo...

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  Lead me not into temptation...

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  + There was no record of Joshua’s entry into the country, of course, any more than there was an ordinary explanation for the way Joshua and Remiel had arrived just now, without coming by air or sea. Academia Sodales Itineris, the Academy of the Companions of the Journey, maintained offices in London and had produced evidence of Marcus’s presence in Britain going back to 1890. The extended Margolies family could be traced much further into the past. In most cases, the evidence was genuine. After...

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  #LateStageCapitalism

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  + When she stepped inside the lighthouse, Remiel barely had time to take in the sight of her real father, let alone decide how she ought to react. Marcus swooped in and wrapped her in an embrace. “Oh, Remy, I missed you so much!” She hugged him back. Something about the feel of him, even the familiar smell of pipe tobacco, reached deep inside her. Her eyes filled, and then the tears spilled over. When they finally drew apart, Remiel took a proper look at him. Her father seemed somehow more compa...

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  “Joshua told me some of it already,” Remiel said. “It just wasn’t logically possible to bring me and Hunky, er, Samael, here to England.” “And it wasn’t logically possible to stay in Havilah,” Marcus replied. “I was the Seer for forty years. It was well past the proper time for Jashen Shybear to begin leading the Church.” “Jashen presided over Last Rites just as long!” Remiel objected. “The Stiffnecks saw me every Sunday morning. They saw Jashen in small groups, on occasions when one of their cl...

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  #StarWars

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  #DaveGrohl and Animal Drum Battle - The #Muppets https://youtu.be/3AZz9TSjZCM?si=YsIaWrxE-Jfo9V9Z

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  + A sharp bell rang from the teletype table, cutting across their conversation. A moment later, the machine’s motor engaged, and its type mechanism began to chatter, printing a fresh message on the narrow paper tape. Joshua lifted one eyebrow. “I believe you have orders coming in, Marcus.” After 1940 Britain shifted from defending its own skies to taking the war to Germany. But soon Bomber Command was confronting a serious problem of its own. At night, crews struggled to find their intended targ...

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  #StarWars

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  #StarTrek #MAGA

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  #Xena

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  "Which is precisely why we need to hustle," Harlan insisted. "A plane that hits at two hundred knots and doesn't explode is either carrying something worse than gasoline, or there are folks pinned inside who need a hacksaw and a field dressing before they bleed out." "Grab the first-aid kit, boys," Kincaid barked to his men. "Axes, pry bars, and the stretcher. Pick 'em up and put 'em down." The six me...

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  #HarryPotter

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  Down in the basin, waiting for them beside a weathered fence post, was a solitary figure in a faded blue denim jacket and a sweat-stained Stetson, a scarred Winchester .30-30 carbine resting loosely in the crook of his arm. William E. "Red" Brawley had not waited for the law. "Took your sweet time, Frank," Brawley drawled as Caldwell stumbled down the loose embankment. The old rancher tilted his chin toward the bottom of the gravel slope. "Thought you...

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  #ScoobyDoo

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  One book to rule them all #c64

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  Painted across the curved flank in fluid, hand-brushed lettering was a single name: Remiel. There was no propeller. No radial engine cowling. No trailing exhaust pipes or supercharger scoops. And most unnerving of all, there was no stench of scorched metal, no dripping puddle of high-octane avgas, and no airframe crumple. Except for the left-side cant into the loose volcanic beads, the craft sat on the desert floor like a jewel placed deliberately on a velvet cushion. "Look at the glass...

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  November 2026 #maga

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  She was tall and broad-shouldered, with thick, dark reddish-brown hair tumbling in disarray over the collar of a plain canvas flight jacket. Her hands rested flat and relaxed across her lap. As the cluster of dusty, armed men emerged over the lip of the slope, she didn't flinch, scream, or reach for a weapon. She merely turned her head toward them, her icy green eyes cool, unblinking, and entirely devoid of fear. "Hold on, miss!" Kincaid yelled, surging down the loose g...

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  "Can you hear me, miss?" Kincaid asked, reaching up to the canopy sill. "I hear you fine," she said. Her voice was remarkably steady, smooth, and delivered in unaccented, Midwestern American English that sounded as if she had grown up in an Ohio farmhouse. "You don't need your axes. I'm not trapped in here." "Then let's get you unbuckled and down onto the ground before something cooks off," Sheriff Ca...

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  #WalMart

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  "It doesn't hurt anywhere," she replied. "It didn't happen today." Kincaid leaned over the cockpit rim, his thick fingers reaching down to her knees. He took the heavy handle of his brass-tipped flashlight and sharply tapped the patellar tendon just below her right kneecap. Nothing. Not a twitch. The quadriceps remained entirely soft and unresponsive. He struck the left knee with identical precision. The leg hung limp, completely dead to the st...

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  My #Microsoft #Basic code was impenetrable just like my Python code is today, but still short and sweet. @BunnehUsagiChan

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  Harlan walked down to inspect it. It was made of varnished ash and bent oak, with heavy spoked wheels and leather armrests. It looked sturdy, practical, but strangely unused. "It came out of the rear stowage bay," the girl said, her voice carrying easily down the slope. "My friend took it out before leaving so it would be ready for me." Sheriff Caldwell's eyes snapped up from the wheelchair to the aircraft's cockpit. He lunged two steps around...

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  #StarWars #MontyPython