Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Sometimes it's a scurry to re-establish bounds of formality especially with so much water under the bridge.
But we must
line some ridges below. Like colorful contour lines to the seas of pine greens. This year even in December the trees offer a splendor y...
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