I was encoding a batch of classic ebooks when the ulu-aliki walked in to the library, the outdoors scent of gardenias and overripe mangoes following him. “Afternoon, chief,” I said, …
Free The Sky
It shouldn’t feel like the end of the world. Drew paid for his morning coffee and paper mechanically; held them numbly. He did not count his change. He slogged down …
A Verdant Heart
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Some particular trick of the moon, the weather, and the Earth’s closeness to the sun had pulled the tide all the way to 5th Avenue, a good half block further …
To the Havens
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View PostWhen Appliances Go Green
Aunt Crowfoot lived in a caravan deep in the Misty Dells plantation, part of a national network intended to soak up excess carbon from the atmosphere, in the hope of …
Easy
Tom Baxter had worked it out. He’d always felt guilty at being a bit of a slacker. But that was the wrong way of looking at it. The Earth was …
