Actually, it's not a missing word, so much as two unremoved ones.

Will edit.

Thankee, ma'am.

Because yours are smoothly crafted enough so that a hiccough makes me blink.

Blue is merely where the Caribbean starts.

I will use this line as a jumping-off point for a little anecdote in which I am a freaking idiot. I saw the theme and was thinking, "Man, I just saw some gorgeous aqua water. That would be cool. Where was that, again?" Oh, right. Off Greece/Troy. At the movies. Der.

Whenever I see shows set in Greece, my mind always insists that they're using some sort of filter, because no water could possibly be that blue in truth. Never having been and being unlikely to ever see Greece, are the pictures true?

Never having been and being unlikely to ever see Greece, are the pictures true?

As someone who has been accused of showing doctored photos, sure. Mediterranean does it off a number of countries, the Caribbean does it most everywhere, the Pacific is wont to do it from time to time.

Never having been and being unlikely to ever see Greece, are the pictures true?

Depends where in Greece you are. When I've been on the mainland, I tend toward inland. But the water off the islands - Corfu, Crete et al - is just about that blue, or was, the last time I was in Greece.

crosspost with ita. The Caribbean is extremely blue too, especially a ways offshore, at least from the Bahamas.

Mediterranean does it off a number of countries, the Caribbean does it most everywhere, the Pacific is wont to do it from time to time.

Sigh. t gazes at mountains just outside the window I do love the mountains, I do. But, goddess, I miss the sea.

The Pacific really does it off Hawaiian islands, notably the Na Pali coast of Kauai. I've found myself surrounded by schools of porpoises there; somewhere, I have pictures.

t biting back the grinding jealousy of all the neat places and people deb's seen

He comes up dripping, ice already forming on every surface in the biting air. Gloveless, his fingers are blue, blue, and all exposed skin that should shade in the pink to rose to red range is grey, lavender, purple, blue.

She rips his coat open, lays her ear against his silent chest, then forces her fingers between stiff lips, noting with a tiny, grim satisfaction that blood seeps at the tear her fingers make. Alive then, if barely. She sweeps to clear and bends to blow into his mouth before she finds his sternum and begins to pump and count.