“My roots go back, within my lifetime, to my paternal grandmother Miss Chrishy (née Christiana Brown,descendant of Hamilton Brown who is on record as plantation and slave owner and founder of Brown’s Town) and to my maternal grandmother Miss Iris (née Iris Finegan, farmer and educator,...
Individuals are characterized by blue skin and black-irised eyes with blue sclera, but they are actually cyborgs, having given up the pleasures of human flesh in exchange for longevity. The capital of their empire is the artificial planet Dezariamu, disguised as a future version of Earth for...
(feathers covering the ears) and the undertail is red. There is some yellow on the wing coverts. Their bill is blackish with red at the sides. The skin around their eyes (periophthalmic ring) is grey and their irides (= plural of iris) are a dark brown. Their feet and legs are ...
The middle one is decorated with Sanskrit letter represent Fudo myoo, the others are family crests. 箭頭, 飾有中國十二生肖的圓盤, 下两心型被稱為野豬眼。Arrowheads. This bears the Chinese zodiac wheel and two heart shapes known by craftsmen as “boar’s eyes”. 日本甲胄展覧英文網頁 Link to...
Since our eyes are most sensitive to green light, the balance is tipped to the green side. The strength of the color change is related to the difference in the areas of transmission, relative to the absorption in the yellow. The greater the difference, the stronger the color change. The ...
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A sudden gust of sparrows takes wing across the garden, my eyes Following them until I hear the whisper and turn to see him, The solemn messenger, perched upon the gray fence, shrouded in mist Listen closely, he murmurs, The sun continues to light the sky, its torch brighter with each ...
“Bad news,” Ms. Sabel said with her eyes in the mirror. “Lights.” I craned around to peer between the stacked duffels and caught a glimpse of cone-shaped lights moving through the trees in the valley below. Three vehicles by my count. Three cars could carry four to six guys each...
hair falls over his eyes. Evening’s bronze shadows pool around his slender body, holding him still. From dusty eaves, a sparrow flutters, landing on his shoulder. Without fear, it looks deeply into the boy’s eyes for a long time, waiting for tears to fall ...