Matt Miller, science storyteller
Matt Miller has this memory: he’s sitting on the floor of his grandfather’s home, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
Matt Miller has this memory: he’s sitting on the floor of his grandfather’s home, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
From her perch on the small island, Colleen Miniuk-Sperry saw the glint of a silver boat. While her heart swelled with relief, physically she crumbled. The adrenaline that had gotten her here — safe, though stuck on a small piece of land outside the Forgotten Canyon — had been replaced by such deep-seated exhaustion, she began to sob.
Danielle Taylor stood in the center of it all soaking in the silent beauty of the White Sands National Monument in New Mexico. She felt content. Finally.
When each of us writes -30- at the end of our career, we will have left tracks in the sand. Not all of us blaze trails, however, and fewer still will be able to look back and see, as Spencer E. Turner can, that they opened new frontiers.
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