Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
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"How can I do my job,"
a bus roared by on a NYC street and bailed a puddle of icy sludge onto the sidewalk, "IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT I am?" The woman...
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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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