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Selling a beautiful natural Tanzanite parcel at a very fair price. 💎 Details: • Gemstone: Tanzanite (natural) • Total Weight: 7.30 carats • Pieces: Multiple stones (round, oval & trillion) • Color: Nice violet-blue • Clarity: Eye clean to lightly included 📸 Photos/Videos: Natural daylight, no filters. Exact stones shown. 💰 Price: $169 ONLY – full lot (Excellent deal for jewelers & collectors) 📦 Shipping: Worldwide shipping available (secure & tracked) 💳 Payment: PayPal (Goods & Services accepted) 📝 Notes: • Selling as a complete lot only • First come, first served 👉 Comment “DM” or message me dire...

# [SUNDOG] - PART 1 # July 20, 2026 First light. They were still out there, those broken puppets on the pavement. A strange van arrived as the red still banked the horizon. Several slinking shadows emerged from it, only moving between the frames. The back unhinged, snake-like, swallowing the scene’s inhabitants. A parcel remained in their wake, simply appearing on the doorstep when the image arrived. It bore no moniker or label. Several minutes elapsed before I built the courage to allow my hand to cross the threshold. The air was blistering, even in the early morning hours. Within the parcel there was a week's worth of food and drink. I haven’t attempted to eat any of it, thou...

The thesis of this book is revolutionary, and I must state it clearly at the outset. Primitive man believed the world was full of unseen forces: the orenda (spirit force) of the American Indians, the huaca of the ancient Peruvians. The Age of Reason said that these forces had only ever existed in man's imagination; only reason could show man the truth about the universe. The trouble was that man became a thinking pygmy, and the world of the rationalists was a daylight place in which boredom, triviality and 'ordinariness' were ultimate truths. But the main trouble with human beings is their tendency to become trapped in the 'triviality of everydayness', in the suff...

Long before villages like Hobbins Glenn grew from trading outposts into thriving cities worthy of being penciled onto maps, settlers sheltered along the coast's rugged embrace converted the tidal marsh shoreline of the Gulf Of Neckros into flourishing naval ports for commerce and trade. Mile after mile, the murky and shallow, ankle-deep waters of the wetlands were drained of their sea-soaked landscapes through a labyrinth of hand-dug ditches and wide trenches. Dense mires of cattails and cordgrasses were stripped from the sodden ground in an ever-widening circle of excavation, evicting shellfish from their briny inlets and waterfowl from their nested nurseries amid shrinking sanctuari...

# July 20, 2026 First light. They were still out there, those broken puppets on the pavement. A strange van arrived as the red still banked the horizon. Several slinking shadows emerged from it, only moving between the frames. The back unhinged, snake-like, swallowing the scene’s inhabitants. A parcel remained in their wake, simply appearing on the doorstep when the image arrived. It bore no moniker or label. Several minutes elapsed before I built the courage to allow my hand to cross the threshold. The air was blistering, even in the early morning hours. Within the parcel, there was a week's worth of food and drink. I haven’t attempted to eat any of it, though my stomach aches....

On my 22nd birthday, my grandmother locked eyes with me across a crisp white tablecloth and said, completely serious, “For your birthday, I bought you a **$36 million hotel**.” I actually laughed—because who says something like that without smiling? But then she slid a leather portfolio across the table. Inside was the deed. The name **The Emerald** sat boldly at the top. The valuation. The signatures. Every line already filled in—with **my name**. “At midnight, it transfers to you,” she said calmly. “You own it outright. All thirty-six million. Don’t thank me. Just don’t be ****** with it.” I’m **Sophia Reed**. And in that moment, I went from a r...

I got package ordered, whose content is worth 300$ and I paid another 100$ for shipment. The package was picked up in USA by DHL on 16th of December, and arrived in Poland on 18th of December. I was contacted by DHL on 17th to declare, what does the package contain. I responded the next day. Next, 19th I received an email from DHL that the shipment contains restricted items and I need permission from specific regulatory office to import it. I responded the same day that it is not the case and that I bought the thing multiple times in the past, and moreover in October 2024 DHL custom agency even asked the office for the importing the same thing, and the response was that the permission for it...

I pre ordered in Nov, the date got pushed back to Dec, then to Jan, then to end of Feb. Then earlier this week I got a "your parcel is on its way email" 🙈😄 I'm replacing a XG27AQM - their flagship 27" 280hz IPS from 3ish years ago (I paid a similar price for that, back then). Only a few hours of gaming on it since getting it setup yesterday, colours are impressive, as is the blacks (as expected). Not sat down for any FPS gaming yet (CS2, BF6) to comment on the "motion clarity" which i hope should improve "slightly" due to the pixel response time. The trublack glossy is hella shiny, but once using it, isn't really noticeable (unless your m...

Say hello to my Loewe Puzzle 33cm in black Deer Skin. Having seen and held this bag in Casa Loewe in London and Madrid, from my rep I was hoping for something that looked like the original and was made with a nice quality leather. Then I unboxed this bag and I kid you not, life hasn't been the same since. Whether you call it 1:1, god level or mirror quality - this bag is all of them and then some. From the leather to the hardware to the finishings, everything is just, correct. Having bought a couple of dud 'genuine' leather reps in the past, this feels like rep Narnia so maybe it's time to stop whilst I'm ahead. Obviously this post is a not so humble brag about my ...

Say hello to my Loewe Puzzle 33cm in black Deer Skin. Having seen and held this bag in Casa Loewe in London and Madrid, from my rep I was hoping for something that looked like the original and was made with a nice quality leather. Then I unboxed this bag and I kid you not, life hasn't been the same since. Whether you call it 1:1, god level or mirror quality - this bag is all of them and then some. From the leather to the hardware to the finishings, everything is just, correct. Having bought a couple of dud 'genuine' leather reps in the past, this feels like rep Narnia so maybe it's time to stop whilst I'm ahead. Obviously this post is a not so humble brag about m...

Long before villages like Hobbins Glenn grew from trading outposts into thriving cities worthy of being penciled onto maps, settlers sheltered along the coast's rugged embrace converted the tidal marsh shoreline of the Gulf Of Neckros into flourishing naval ports for commerce and trade. Mile after mile, the murky and shallow, ankle-deep waters of the wetlands were drained of their sea-soaked landscapes through a labyrinth of hand-dug ditches and wide trenches. Dense mires of cattails and cordgrasses were stripped from the sodden ground in an ever-widening circle of excavation, evicting shellfish from their briny inlets and waterfowl from their nested nurseries amid shrinking sanctuari...

Long before villages like Hobbins Glenn grew from trading outposts into thriving cities worthy of being penciled onto maps, settlers sheltered along the coast's rugged embrace converted the tidal marsh shoreline of the Gulf Of Neckros into flourishing naval ports for commerce and trade. Mile after mile, the murky and shallow, ankle-deep waters of the wetlands were drained of their sea-soaked landscapes through a labyrinth of hand-dug ditches and wide trenches. Dense mires of cattails and cordgrasses were stripped from the sodden ground in an ever-widening circle of excavation, evicting shellfish from their briny inlets and waterfowl from their nested nurseries amid shrinking sanctuari...

We all liked him at first. That’s the worst part. He was the kind of person you didn’t mind sharing a cube with: polite, quiet, always the first to make coffee when the break room smelled like burnt circuits. He learned everyone's names fast. He brought donuts. He laughed when the copier jammed. He smelled like winter cologne and old books, and because most of us were tired and dulled by fluorescent light, we mistook that for normal. We called him Mark. The little things came first, the sort of things you could explain away with bad sleep or stress. His shadow never matched the angle of the overhead lights. Once, during a meeting, my laptop webcam caught him in the background—sta...

A new use case I’ve discovered for the portal is turning games without local multiplayer into couch-coop or competitive games via online play. I can play on the portal while my partner plays on the TV. We tried this with Battlefield 6 and it worked flawlessly so I’ve gone through the 3158 titles currently supporting cloud streaming and found those that have online multiplayer (feel free to add to this): * \#Halloween, Super Puzzles Dream * \#Wish travel, Super Puzzles Dream * \#WomenUp, Super Puzzles Dream * \#Xmas, Super Puzzles Dream * 2Xtreme * 30 Sport Games in 1 * 34 Sports Games - World Edition * 3D Billiards - Pool & Snooker * 3D Color Labyrinth * 3on3 Freestyle * 4 in a...

[Top-rated architects in Greater Noida](https://preview.redd.it/zpu0fp135c9g1.jpg?width=1000&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=090cc0fca27f072f3d0ca6f85d43b3ca1e6a5fd0) An architectural project can never be successful without floor planning. Although facades usually demand the eye first, it is the interior planning that determines the experience of a space daily. How rooms are related, light is distributed, and movement takes place directly influence comfort, efficiency, and satisfaction. The architect of Greater Noida knows that the original architecture does not start with the high-rise design, but with a clever and well-considered floor plan. # Why Floor Planning Matters M...

I'm watching MSNOW right now, waiting for a more in depth discussion of the Epstien files. This would be the moment where, in a healthier civic ecosystem, something like shame might wander in and take a seat. Instead we get the familiar choreography: the pause, the shrug, the solemn insistence that now is simply not the right time to do the thing a judge explicitly told them to do. The law is not an obligation so much as a genre they occasionally dabble in, like experimental theater or farm to table dining. Interesting in theory. Optional in practice. Yes, Epstein files are being released today. Just not *released* released. What we’re getting is a partial drop. Hundreds of thousa...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...

On a sunny autumn day in 1985, Bishop Seatrims performed the Rite of Ordination in a small church close to Needinham. That was the day I became known as Father David. I cared for the flock in that church with all my heart. I attended other congregations where my passion could be of help, as directed by the Vatican. That is, until a short, intense investigation towards the end of 2025 ended with my excommunication. I left Needinham to pursue my calling, exorcism. That’s what led me here, to the self-governed land mass closest to the real North Pole. It isn’t on maps and no one who knows will admit it exists. It’s like an island only it isn’t. It’s Santa central, year-round home of...