Efate
Efate is an island in the Pacific Ocean which is part of the Shefa Province in The Republic of Vanuatu. It is also known as Île Vate.
It is the most populous (approx. 66,000) island in Vanuatu. Efate's land area of 899.5 square kilometres (347.3 sq mi) makes it Vanuatu's third largest island. Most inhabitants of Efate live in Port Vila, the national capital. Its highest mountain is Mount McDonald with a height of 647 metres (2,123 ft).
During World War II, Efate served an important role as a United States military base.
On March 13, 2015, Port Vila, the island's largest human settlement and the capital of Vanuatu, bore extensive damage from Cyclone Pam.
Politics
Efate became an independent commune in 1889 when residents declared the region as Franceville. However, by 1890 the commune was broken up.
Efate is governed by both the Port Vila Municipality and the Shefa Provincial Council, whose governance is the town limits of Port Vila only, and rural Efate and the outer Efate Islands, respectively.
Efate (spider)
Efate is a genus of the spider family Salticidae (jumping spiders).
Description
These ant-like spiders are three to five millimeters long. The carapace is flattened. E. raptor males have enlarged first legs, giving them a raptorial appearance.
The genus Rarahu from the same subfamily is rather similar, as is Sobasina (subfamily Synemosyninae).
Name
Efate is an island in the Republic of Vanuatu, where the first specimen was found. The salticid genus Araneotanna is also named after an island of Vanuatu.
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So young, the instant queen
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Of all the talents
Across between
A fantasy of the bedroom
And a saint
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Scratching and biting
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Did you believe
In your wildest moments
All this would be yours
That you'd become
The lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter-the-atrical?
Don't look down
It's a long, long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now?
Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view is not exactly clear
A shame you did it all
At twentysix
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with burden
So famous, so easily
So soon is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it
Would agree
High flying, adored
That's good to hear
But unimportant
My story's quite usual:
Local girl makes good
Weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap - I was lucky
But one thing I say for me
No one else can fill it