Sand.

Walt Meier of the United States National Snow and Ice Data Center describes today s ice cap as crushed ice.

Quantitative Quicksand

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Sand mantas, most likely.

Give me some dirt.

The sands upon the beach

Shrugging our shoulders in the dark?

It's like sandblasting.

The foolish man built his house upon the sand

I tell you it is full of men From Tobruk, to Derna to The Sands (Misurata)

Don't let her sink in the sand. Come on.

The sand comes from the Imorez Mountains.

Did you ever get sandbagged

... tostamphisarrogance into the sand.

My people are the one man exerted from Arabian sands.

So they decided to call it oil sands.

This is like trying to shovel quicksand.

One can't build on sand.

The sand is soft, you won't hurt yourself when you fall.

May I have some dirt, please?

Where was his body found? Buried in the sand, royal one.

Perhaps some of you know it. Some of the words go like this The foolish man built his house upon the sand And the floods came up And the house on the sand went crash.

So, the wind carries the sand onto the site and then it carries the redundant sand away from the structure for us.

As far as I can tell, they are simply burying their heads in the sand.

Now, sand is a magical material of beautiful contradictions.

Oil sand is not a long term solution.

He's slept in the same sand. They've lived together.

Here's what most of the sand in our world looks like.

I ain't built for gallivanting around in the sand.

Or 10 minutes to scrap a hole in the sand.

Only the little grains of sand will never die.

It's a long and dreadful thing, the depositing of the eggs in the pits.

The direction of cross bedding in Glen Canyon Group sand dunes suggests that prevailing winds from the north transported the sand into the region.

Like everyone else, Sandmonkey is wondering What Happened There!

Egyptian Sandmonkey describes the leaks as glorious

It is one of the largest expanses of sand in the world.

And the floods came up And the house on the sand went crash.

In a way, the static, stone mountain becomes a moving mountain of sand.

Ryan sees a lot of sand near the target

I'm not asking people to share nicely in the sandpit.

They're between us and the River of Sand.

It had to be when I was under the sand.

You know, simple words lost in the quicksand of experience.

There's some sand that's really much more colorful.