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Seven-year-old Lilly Wall was sitting under the willow oak, bathed in green dappled light, murmuring quietly to it with her head resting against its trunk.“What does it say to you?” Mrs. Wall asked her daughter. “She tells me about walking to the pool and how she keeps out Orcs. Her leaves whisper to her mother,” replied Lilly.Mrs. Wall smiled. The willow oak was the tallest tree in their subdivision, with a thick green canopy that rose above even the trees up the hill.Often Lilly had tea with the backyard ginkgo, dumping cup after cup on it...
Weekly Contest #351
Thursday’s Nearly Malicious ComplianceThe hackathon was all day, and Sandy and Amit were leading it via Zoom. A hackathon gave the center’s users hands-on help to hack at their specific coding problems, so it was one of the highest-rated training events of the year for the Pathfindera Supercomputing Center. There was no skipping it. It was their job, and jobs were not always abundant.Sandy looked doubtfully at the leftover white fish she was eating for breakfast. The smell filled the kitchen and not in a good way. “I hope this doesn’t kill m...
Weekly Contest #350
Racetrack Hollow contains a remote branch of Norris Lake cradled by the Tennessee hills. It is so quiet there that you can hear the airflow over a bird’s wings. Today I listened to the glossy black vultures circling around the shore at the shallow end of one of the coves. So charmed was I by their graces that I did not notice what had attracted them. I paddled on to the very end of the cove, where the lake ended in a small marsh surrounded by forest. Some distance behind me, the sound of breaking branches shattered the quiet. This was foll...
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