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Send Flowers Over Seas

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  • Send Flowers is the debut album release from Black Lungs, the side project of Alexisonfire guitarist and backing vocalist Wade MacNeil. MacNeil's sound has been described as "the soundtrack for punk rockers, hip hoppers, pill poppers, young ladies and show stoppers."
  • A large lake
  • (sea) a division of an ocean or a large body of salt water partially enclosed by land
  • (sea) ocean: anything apparently limitless in quantity or volume
  • The expanse of salt water that covers most of the earth's surface and surrounds its landmasses
  • (sea) turbulent water with swells of considerable size; "heavy seas"
  • A roughly definable area of this
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14k Yellow Gold White 9-10mm South Sea Pearl Pendant, 18"
14k Yellow Gold White 9-10mm South Sea Pearl Pendant, 18"
A single pearl is elegant, understated, and absolutely timeless. The perfect complement to any outfit, this pendant highlights a genuine white South Sea cultured pearl, with a diameter of between 9 and 10mm, mounted in a setting of 14 karat yellow gold. The pearl displays a beautiful high luster with only very slight surface markings. This pendant comes complete with an 18-inch light rope chain. Enjoy it with the chain provided, or add a different gold chain of your choice.
The rare and exquisite South Sea pearl is a gem of exceptional beauty. South Sea pearls are cultivated inside the white-lipped variety of the pinctada maxima oyster. Grown and nurtured in the northern waters of Australia, the Philippines, and Indonesia, these oysters produce large round pearls with an unusually thick nacre, a high luster, and a distinctive silvery-white color. Because the process is time consuming (requiring at least two years for a single pearl) and because the oysters are highly sensitive to cultivation, South Sea pearls are rare and quite valuable. Noted for their size, smoothness, and lovely round shape, South Sea pearls make an extraordinary gift.

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it was a day when bluish mists rose off the sea
it was a day when bluish mists rose off the sea
Lutey And The Mermaid (adapted from the Cornish Folktale by NovaReinna) Along the south coast of Cornwall, where the land rises with fists of granite until it finally surrenders to the battering waves of the sea, generations of fisherfolk once combed the shores in search of shipwrecked treasures. These wreckers profited by the gales that howled up the English Channel, dashing wooden trading vessels to splinters on the Cornish rocks. For days after a storm, fragments of the ships and the cargo they carried...barrels of rum and salted beef, bales of flax, brass fixtures on pieces of flotsam and jetsam...washed up with the tide. The villagers who found such fruits of tragedy considered them to be gifts from the sea, like the catches of pilchard and mackerel that swelled their fishing nets on good days. It seemed that for every life the water took, it gave a living to another. To one Cornishman, however, the sea gave much more. A man of middle years named Lutey, he lived quietly with his wife and dog in a square stone cottage at Cury, near Lizard Point. With his children grown and now moved away, wrecking was the special pleasure of his idle hours. The thick rudder of a ship made his mantlepiece and on it sat a fine brass clock. In the corner, a gilded figurehead stared out over the earth-floored room with blank, wooden eyes. It was a hazy spring afternoon when Lutey's life took on a remarkable change. It was a day when bluish mists rose off the sea and pink-flowered thrift ran riot over the walls of his village. In the company of his dog, Lutey wandered among the rocks below his house to see what might be found. After a while, he heard a faint cry and then another, so weak that it was barely audible above the rumble of the waves. Lutey followed the sound. It led him across a clutter of boulders that ringed a small depression in the shore. At high tide, the surf surged freely in and out, but when the water was at low ebb, the place became a tidal pool, isolated from the great mother sea by a stretch of sand and green-mottled rocks. Was it land then...or was it sea? In truth, it was neither and in-between place, its boundaries shifting with every mood of the moon. At such mutable, magical spots, strange spirits might enter the mortal world, as one had done on this day. Lutey peered down into the circle of rocks. His gaze was met by sea-green eyes from another age and another realm. They were very frightened eyes, set in a sweet, pale face half-hidden by red-gold curls. The being was clearly female from head to waist but, at the hips, her body faded into a long, smooth shape...a shimmering iridescence beneath the surface of the pool. Lutey stood and gaped. He had found a mermaid! "Help me," she whimpered. "Help me to the water." She thrashed about in the shallow pool. Lutey advanced cautiously down the rocks, wading through a flurry of tiny fish and crabs. "I can bestow upon you powers, if only you will get me to the sea," promised the mermaid, raising her arms with the gesture of a trustful child. Lutey bent down and lifted her up. She was light as a cloud. The sea-maiden wrapped her arms around Lutey's neck as he bore her over the lip of rock that rimmed the pool and picked his way through the furrowed stretch of sand. From among the rocks behind him trotted his dog, whining nervously. At the edge of the water, Lutey halted. The mermaid looked into his face and made a nestling movement in his arms. "Tell me your heart's desire," she murmured, "and it shall be yours, whatever it might be." Lutey stared out to sea for a moment. Then he said, "I want the power to break evil spells." Witchcraft was an age-old practice in his remote, sea-ringed land. A disgruntled Cornish villager could bring misfortune on a neighbor by merely ill-wishing it to be so. The man who could reverse such a spell would be sought after indeed. The sea-maiden smiled and ran a delicate finger along his cheek. "It is done," she said. "And what other boon?" Lutey was in the water now, breakers foaming about his knees. "I want the magic to cast healing spells." "Done," replied the mermaid. "And another?" "I want these powers for my sons and for their sons and for their sons' sons after that, so that my family's name will be honored for all time." "You have it," responded the sea-maiden. "For your kindness, you shall have all these gifts." As a token of her pledge, she drew from her hair the ivory comb that held her curls in place. The long tresses cascaded around her shoulders, soft against her creamy skin. She pressed the ornament into his hand. Standing in the sea, Lutey felt the dizzying tug of the tide. His feet sank deeper into the sand with every wave that broke about him and, at the shore's edge, his dog set up a howl. The mermaid laughed, tightening her hold on
honey i've shrunk my allergies
honey i've shrunk my allergies
Usually when summer comes around, my eyes well up with tears and my nose follows suit with a flowing spiquet that can’t be shut off. And the sneezing is ear-shattering and baby waking…which pisses all of us off. But this year June came and went. I watched the scotch broom open and pollinate, I even picked some. Not a sneeze. Every morning I was drinking my coffee with local honey and sometimes a spoonful on toast along with a good squeeze of lemon in a glass of water. In July, all the flowers and trees burst into bloom like fireworks. I have had a few sneezes here and there but mostly just when I cleaned out the closets or did some heavy sweeping. Then I would run down to the bathroom and flush out my nasal passages with some sea water and get on with my heavy daily chores without a problem. My legs are day glo-white I noticed while bathing at our friend’s pool. I only wear long pants and usually closed toed shoes—better for gardening, rock building, mud making, plus I do a lot of foraging in high grasses. Does this have something to do with my lack of allergies this year? You bet. Read on. I have been diagnosed with severe seasonal allergies by specialists in America and France. Both of them prescribed an array prescription pills, shots and sprays. Nothing ever worked. Ever. I have tried them all. Often during finals time, the school kids would count how many times in a row I would sneeze 12..13..14… I was mortified and exhausted from sneezing and couldn’t function physically (my mom was mad because I couldn’t stop sneezing to form words for a scrabble game), eat (imagine going on a date and sneezing through the entire thing) or swallow (trust me sushi and sneezing attacks do not bode well together). The doctors said I was allergic to over 40 things! Mostly dust mites, grasses, trees, cats, pollens, llamas, you name it I was allergic. And still am. Certain trees are a trigger—mostly just the male ones. Trees produce pollen, the dust-like, male reproductive parts of plants which cause most allergies. Oak trees produce major amounts of pollen. Evergreens like cedar, juniper, cypress and sequoia trees have all been known to cause allergies. Other suspects include elm trees, birch trees, olive trees, sycamores, and poplars, including cottonwoods, balsam and aspen. In certain species, it's only the male tree that causes problems. Their female counterparts are completely pollen-free and produce edible fruit, though cities usually plant the males and we get more and more allergy sufferers. Poplar, cottonwood, box elder, red maple, silver maple, willow, ash, date palm and Phoenix palm trees all fall into this category. Grasses usually come along to provoke allergy symptoms after trees are through pollinating – typically from late spring to early summer. Common culprits are timothy grass, Bermuda grass, sweet vernal, red top and some blue grasses of which we have plenty around here. Weeds are guilty of causing most of the allergy misery that occurs in the late summer and early fall. Top on the list of offenders is ragweed – which affects as many as 75 percent of all hay fever sufferers. Ragweed is found in virtually every region of the United States and, with 17 different species of the weed, there’s plenty of pollen to keep people sneezing and sniffling until winter kills them. Other common weed allergens are sagebrush, found predominantly in the west, pigweed and goosefoot pollen. Molds are microscopic plants that reproduce by sending tiny spores into the air. They thrive in areas that are warm, dark and moist. Unlike pollen, which appears only in the warm weather months, mold can lurk in your house year-round. Molds are my winter misery usually. Dust Mites are small (hundreds can live in a single gram of dust), eight-legged creatures that belong to the same family as spiders, chiggers and ticks. These culprits are hardy creatures that live well and multiply easily in warm, humid places. Favorite hideouts include carpets, upholstered furniture, bedding, clothes, soft toys and the fur of pets. The intruder is particularly malicious when trapped inside a closed-up house or carton of winter sweaters.*On dust or dust mites. While removing this dust is necessary, many dusting and furniture polishes contain aerosols or other compounds that increase sensitivities to allergies. Usually, dusting with a damp cloth once weekly is sufficient to remove dust without harming your furniture. I use olive oil and vinegar (like a salad dressing) to clean and polish our wood and just water with a squirt of soap for the rest. About Treatment for Allergies: Drugs that block your body's natural release of histamine by using drugs, called anti-histamines, cause your body to become more dependent on these substances. It also messes with your body's natural water regulating system, and it is not curing your allergies. The pharmaceutical companies would shudder to hear this: H

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