Thank you to Gal Vanicity, who heard this on NPR's Morning Edition and sent it to us:
But otherwise it's mud, sand. You can see tree roots clinging to the bottom of what was the lake. Fish, some of them still alive, flopping around.
I edit manuscripts for a scholarly press.~~I used to blog under the pseudonym Ed Absurdum. I now use my real name because I dislike anonymity. And I like the sound of "nonanonymous.~~I don't write about dangling modifiers or other boring trivia, and I don't do "haha, I found a typo." I'm not with the grammar police.~~If I criticize an author, that doesn't mean I disagree with them or find everything they write unacceptable.~~Opinions expressed here aren't necessarily those of my employer.
Thank you to Gal Vanicity, who heard this on NPR's Morning Edition and sent it to us:
But otherwise it's mud, sand. You can see tree roots clinging to the bottom of what was the lake. Fish, some of them still alive, flopping around.
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