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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The tiny paddleball drifted near the end of all of our racetracks stuck together. It seemed to linger and stall. A little kid smacked h...
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A couple nights good sleep free from political noise and the sentiment is settle back down. Slogans come and go. So do transitions and ...
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It's not about gender for me. I care about men and women and children doing America as America. I think to be too specific-cause de...
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The minutes might have such a notation. Emptying the bathtub. One man literally lifted a realistic-baby babydoll off the accounting she...
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