And now while we ponder those sands slipping thru our grasp... some retreats. 
Kind of makes you wonder tho... where do all those sands go?  For what slips thru one mans' hands must surely form the next mans' horizon... 
 
Dwarves:
A Uhl Belk - Skullcap
F THUNDERHEAD - SOUTH RAINBOW LAKE
 
Faeries:
A River Saeren - Fionavar
 
Hobbits:
A The High Way - Rivendell
F WAY THE HECK - Enchanted Isles
 
Pirates:
A Candlekeep - Mordor
A Elephant Graveyard - Newa River
 
NEXT:  How about... Tuesday!  2/17, 12 noon Central!
Enjoy,
-mike
 
this much let me avow
you are not wrong who deemed
that my days have been a dream
yet if hope has flown away
in a night, in a day, in a vision, or a memory
is it therefore the less gone?
all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream
 
I stand amid the roar
of the surf tormented shore
and I hold within my hands
grains of golden sand
how few yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep
while I weep, while I weep
oh god can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp
oh god can I not save one from the pitiless wave
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream