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Yesterday I stumbled upon "Plenty," a lovely short story by Christopher Barzak, first published on Strange Horizons in 2001.

http://www.strangehorizons.com/2001/20010528/plenty.shtml


I don't read much fiction online – I'm an old-fashioned page-turning girl — but this story had me at the get-go. Makes me even more anxious to see what Barzak does next ...

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Is that a real little girl in the Oz shot, or a very creepy mannequin?

Posted by Paul DiFi.

http://www.chrismarspublishing.com/home.htm

9 new paintings now posted under "LATEST".

These works and others will debut as "New Salem" at the Jonathan LeVine
Gallery in New York City on October 20, 2007. The exhibition runs through
November 17, and wait-list reservations are now being taken:
sales@jonathanlevinegallery.com

Also upcoming:

Soon:
Additional web postings.

November:
"Rome is Burning", Group Exhibition at The Foster Museum, Eau Claire, WI.

December:
Lineage Gallery presents Chris Mars at Art Basel, Miami Beach, FL.

January:
Henry Boxer presents Chris Mars at the Outsider Art Fair, New York City.

Spring:
"Tolerance", Chris's debut monograph.

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mailing list: contact@chrismarspublishing.com

Peace,

Chris Mars Publishing



Dolphin sightings are so common along this part of the coast as to be more remarkable by their absence than by their occurrence.  However, today some dolfinks put on a show unlike anything I've seen.  The sun was hot and bright, the water fairly calm, with some good-sized breakers coming along at intervals just to keep things interesting.  Dolphins passing by as usual, shooting sprays from their blowholes, ho-hum.  But then a bunch of them arrowed in toward shore, and spent about five minutes right at the line of the waves, closer than I have ever seen them come, so close that, in the curl of a wave, you could see their shadowy bodies through the glassy green water.  I ran down to the water with my trusty crapcam and waded in up to my waist.  Here's the result:



I got a couple more pictures, but nothing to compare with this one.  Now that's what I call beach replenishment!