Posts Tagged: Mark

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03.84

  Like houses under rising water names fade into the darkness as life thrives, said Mark on the bridge while Julia and Gaia were sitting on the steps, counting fish.

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03.84

  Like houses under rising water names fade into the darkness as life thrives, said Mark on the bridge while Julia and Gaia were sitting on the steps, counting fish.

03.81

Tidal change follows the expected accident, said Mark, polishing a wooden box. What is the expected accident, asked Gaia. She was looking around while Julia was drawing at a desk behind her. The expected accident was the end of the

03.81

Tidal change follows the expected accident, said Mark, polishing a wooden box. What is the expected accident, asked Gaia. She was looking around while Julia was drawing at a desk behind her. The expected accident was the end of the

03.07

About forty years ago a man died, leaving thirteen hand-written notebooks. A woman bought one of them from an antique street vendor and showed it to the major of the island where she lived, Michael Fiorello. Fiorello scouted for the

03.07

About forty years ago a man died, leaving thirteen hand-written notebooks. A woman bought one of them from an antique street vendor and showed it to the major of the island where she lived, Michael Fiorello. Fiorello scouted for the

03.06

Money is printed and forged by artists on the Lydia Island and issued by the Money Bank. They decide how much money to print and its price based on the movements of the Money Train. Julia was listening to Mark

03.06

Money is printed and forged by artists on the Lydia Island and issued by the Money Bank. They decide how much money to print and its price based on the movements of the Money Train. Julia was listening to Mark

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust

02.32

          I’d like you to hunt for a story, said Mark. Why do we need a story, asked Gaia. We tell stories to understand who we are. Now, I’d like you to pick a hand. He thrust

02.18

  The air is lighter here than anywhere else I have been. It is whole with the sea. Currents run unencumbered from the skies to the sea and back. I have learnt to ride those currents as marine mammals before

02.18

  The air is lighter here than anywhere else I have been. It is whole with the sea. Currents run unencumbered from the skies to the sea and back. I have learnt to ride those currents as marine mammals before

02.16

  Julia, Gaia and Mark heard clanking noises from outside of the house, yet nobody came to the door. When Gaia leaned on it, the door opened. Inside the house the air was damp, piles of paper, books, stuffed animals,

02.16

  Julia, Gaia and Mark heard clanking noises from outside of the house, yet nobody came to the door. When Gaia leaned on it, the door opened. Inside the house the air was damp, piles of paper, books, stuffed animals,

02.14

  Although it was a sunny day, as the fishtrain got closer to the island the air became less and less clear, by the time they arrived they were engulfed in a large cloud. When Julia, Gaia and Mark parted

02.14

  Although it was a sunny day, as the fishtrain got closer to the island the air became less and less clear, by the time they arrived they were engulfed in a large cloud. When Julia, Gaia and Mark parted

02.13

  We are looking for a man who rides a flying bicycle, said Mark. Do you happen to know him? The man looked outside of the porthole above Mark, Julia and Gaia. There is no such thing as a flying bicycle,

02.13

  We are looking for a man who rides a flying bicycle, said Mark. Do you happen to know him? The man looked outside of the porthole above Mark, Julia and Gaia. There is no such thing as a flying bicycle,

02.12

On an early Sunday morning, while Kristen was deep asleep, Gaia, Julia and Mark took a fishtrain to the Island of Mist, above which Julia saw flying fish and a flying old man on a winged machine. It took them

02.12

On an early Sunday morning, while Kristen was deep asleep, Gaia, Julia and Mark took a fishtrain to the Island of Mist, above which Julia saw flying fish and a flying old man on a winged machine. It took them