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North Anatolian Fault

The North Anatolian Fault (NAF) (Turkish: Kuzey Anadolu Fay Hattı) is an active right-lateral strike-slip fault in northern Anatolia, and is the transform boundary between the Eurasian Plate and the Anatolian Plate. The fault extends westward from a junction with the East Anatolian Fault at the Karliova Triple Junction in eastern Turkey, across northern Turkey and into the Aegean Sea for a length of 1500 kilometers. It runs about 20 km south of Istanbul. The North Anatolian Fault is similar in many ways to the San Andreas Fault in California. Both are continental transforms with similar lengths and slip rates. The Sea of Marmara near Istanbul is an extensional basin similar to the Salton Trough in California, where a releasing bend in the strike-slip system c… more »

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Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees
Uh, I feel like the last poet
Sowing seeds so the art can grow back
Just look and see how
My arteries pump
From my heart down to the dirt via
Both of my knees

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