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GENEVA, Jan. 31 (Xinhua) -- The World Meteorological Organization (WMO) on Tuesday launched a new international information system to boost data exchange for disaster risk reduction, forecasting, predictions and service delivery for food security and health.
According to WMO, the new WMO Information System (WIS) will improve and expand the current exchange of weather, climate and water data and cut the costs involved.
It was built on the proven success of the Global Telecommunication System of WMO's World Weather Watch, which has been the backbone of meteorological information exchange for the past 40 years fake oakleys, and is used for daily weather observations and forecasts, tropical cyclone warnings and Tsunami alerts.
According to WMO Secretary-General Michel Jarraud, the WIS will allow users outside the meteorological community to have free access to this information for the first time.
"The WMO Information System is the pillar of our strategy for managing and moving weather, climate and water information in the 21st century," he said.

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Likes greedily sucking the air early in the morning.
Always thought he was the world's most carefree person.
Always hard to forget what the end is hurt or their own.
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Rain three or four days discount oakley sunglasses, finally stopped. Thick in the air suffused with the smell of earth, I am somewhat accustomed to.
I ran down the stairs, in the hands of a large bunch of chrysanthemums pressure in the chest, and some breath. I stopped a taxi stand by the roadside.
"Master, to bristle cemetery."
Sitting in the car, I suddenly began to wind shuddered. I subconsciously wrapped in his clothes.
I casually looked out the window, large tracts of yellow bloom, as if making me overwhelmed.
Rape opened.
Long time did not come. To the cemetery gate oakley polarized straight jacket sunglasses polished black, I could not find how into the reasons. Is miss him? No, I am a heartless man, heartless to feel a little sad.
"Girl, come to see Who?"
I bow in silence.
"How not to go ah?" The man seems to be the administrator here, he came out from the door of the janitor's room, went straight to me.
I have not looked up at him. He may be a stubble face the old man, or will not.
I go in after all. Go when oncoming wind, as if a knife, as if to reveal my memories of the scars.
Cemetery like a maze.
I go back and forth several times. I crouch down discount oakleys, put on the gravestone chrysanthemum, daisy covered with dew, the tears do?
"Dad, I see you."
Memories like the plague, how can not stay stopped, only that it deliberately flowing.
Dad is a very good man. This is in my memory, the mother of his only evaluation.
But I do not deep feelings for him. For his career, he was always away on business, travel, travel, over time, we have rusty.
Small, keep the phone next to every day, waiting for his call, is really looking forward to hear his voice, and that only the father have a unique sound.