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2018
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Half of all Borneo Orangutans gone in 16 years

Worryingly, however, the largest number of orangutans were lost from areas that remained forested during the study period. This implies a large role of killing.” Maria Voigt, Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology

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2018
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2018
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Pacifico

Pacific Ocean, from “Pacifico” Spanish for calm is often a good description of these waters. The Islands in the strait provide the beach protection from the full force of the open ocean.

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2018
09

Beach Crows

There are always lots of crows. Big, fat ass aggressive beach crows. Often you will see a murder of crows around an eagle. Twenty thirty crows circling the eagle and making as much noise as they can. But not coming too close.

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2018
08
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2018
07

wave

breaker, bending, billow, breaker, coil, comber, crest, crush, curl, curlicue, current, drift, flood, foam, ground swell, gush, heave, influx, loop, movement, outbreak, rash, ridge, ripple, rippling, rocking, roll, roller, rush, scroll, surge, sweep, swell, tide, undulation, uprising, upsurge, whitecap. Wave

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2018
06

Reflections

The refracted property of water ensures that when we look in deep we see shallow. When we gaze down searching for some shadowy profundity below the surface what usually comes back to us is merely us. Jonathan Raban, A Passage to Juneau

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2018
05

as the wave to the pebbled shore

Like as the wave to the pebbled shore, So do our moments hasten to their end, Each changing place with that which has gone before. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 60  

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2018
04

what do you hold onto?

Your parents die, and you and your siblings grow older, and your kids grow up and they don’t need you any more. And what do you hold onto? Is it our religion? Spirituality? Is it money? Is it art? Alec Baldwin, Globe and Mail Newspaper Interview, Saturday January 3, 2004

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2018
03

time is but a moment

In the life of a man, his time is but a moment his being an incessant flux, his senses a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, and his fame doubtfull. Marcus Aurelius, Meditations