Sometimes it's a scurry to re-establish bounds of formality especially with so much water under the bridge.
But we must
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
A Ridge Runner on Trail for four days came out of the mist one morning up around T'see"s tallest spot. "It's a soggy on...
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