Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Sunday, April 28, 2024
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"They are going to kill the cow!"
"ITSAH BOOL." A sweaty, urine smelling man with half a pencil thin moustache bent towards the little knot of children and correc...
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It was a long way until then. "It's more like the end of that book," an eye glance in the direction of a knapsack's c...
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My mom Sherry was the type of person who could (and consistently willed herself to) find gold in a shitpile. Even decades before "re...
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