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Clouds are made up of tiny water droplets or ice crystals, usually a mixture of both. The water and ice scatter all light, making clouds appear white. If the clouds get thick enough or high enough all the light above does not make it through, hence the gray or dark look. Also, if there are lots of other clouds around, their shadow can add to the gray or multicolored gray appearance. = Thin =
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=fat= =2.where were those two bodies found on top of One Tree Hill?=

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Chris from Susanville, California.


In a few hours the alarm will go off and G and I will get dressed in the dark, (please pray for matching shoes) and make our way to the Anzac Dawn Service in Doha. The event will be run by the Australian and New Zealand Association, it will be at the Hyatt Hotel, thank you Hyatt people for getting out of bed so early.

[|Anzac Day] obviously started with the [|Anzacs], but its also a time to remember all of our soldiers. Whoever and wherever they may be. I only know a handful of soldiers, but one in particular keeps popping up in my mind.

His name is Chris and he's from a little town called Susanville, in California. He's tall and blonde. He speaks quietly and has impeccable manners. Manners, I imagine, his mother is incredibly proud of. He is in love with the idea of travel. He likes to ask questions about where you're from and what happens there.

He is a boy. He is nineteen years old.

I know he's technically an adult but he looks like a boy to me. The young son of any one of my friends.

When we met him, he was stationed in Iraq, in the Infantry, he was on his first break after a six month stint. He chose to spend the break in Doha. The options were limited.

We were on our first 'Desert Safari'. Aunty Suzie was in town so we were trying the touristy dune bashing trip, this involved driving sideways up and down sand dunes in a Landcruiser while gripping the handrail in a white knuckle fashion. Thankfully, after about forty five minutes, it was time for lunch at the camp by the beach. The campsite had a traditional Bedouin tent, a makeshift kitchen in an air conditioned trailer, a volleyball net, a very old and tired camel and some chairs with shade on the beach. Iran, in the distance across the water, Saudi Arabia a little further down the road, we were out in the middle of the desert, just us and about twenty generators.

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